The Baptist scolds the Presby
The alcohol he scorns
In stanzas long and hefty
Our drunkenness he mourns
But at Lamb's feast we'll be closer to the throne
At all his potluck's he forgot
None can live by bread alone
*pops a cork
*opens a can
*cracks a beer bottle
*crushes can on forehead
*lays head on Bible
The alcohol he scorns
In stanzas long and hefty
Our drunkenness he mourns
But at Lamb's feast we'll be closer to the throne
At all his potluck's he forgot
None can live by bread alone
*pops a cork
*opens a can
*cracks a beer bottle
*crushes can on forehead
*lays head on Bible