tirade

brace yourself, cause mister marmelade is on a tirade, a born-again friend of mine, traded in his face for a young girl, is it only me, or was jesus less a mystery than before?, yeah, god's evident here, i'm on my way now, i'm on my way now to you, let the fat man put his rhetoric on, i can't believe it, how he goes on and on, and i think he just said, that jesus gets him back in touch with friday, and that god's evident here, i'm on my way now, i'm on my way now to you