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Stacy was a troubled teen ever since she was
twelve. She felt the world close

in on her and thought she needed help. Listening
to the radio on a Sunday

night. She heard the preacher calling out to call
up on his Help-line. He

sounded so nice, he sounded so inviting, and for
a small donation she could

have the Lord Almighty. She told him her story.
He told her his thoughts. He

said you better get yourself right in the eyes of
God. Too much sex, too

little Jesus.

Satan's made a slave of you, the Lord will set
you free! You don't know God from diddly

and you're old enough to breed. The sins of me
and you are the reason he did bleed.

Now a word from our sponsor then another troubled
teen with...

Too much sex, too little Jesus.

Stop that dope smoking, stop that masturbation!
Take the Lord into your heart and stop

that fornication. We're building us an army,
gonna knock out Satan. Visa or Mastercard,

our operaters are waiting!

Too much sex, too little Jesus.

Too much sex, too little Jesus.

Too much sex, too little Jesus.