Street Jesus

Hey have you heard the news?

Somebody stole my shoes

And I can smell the booze

How indiscreet

And though I had a plan

After that thief outran

Into another man

Who had no feet

I swear to god that day

That guy with no feet say

“You got to walk my way”

“That’s how it’s planned”

That’s when I thought: good grief

J-just ain’t my belief

Until I saw the holes

Inside his hand

Street Jesus

Street Jesus

Come on, come on, what you think about life?

Demon in heaven gotta carry a knife

You said to me: no, that ain’t the plan

With a smile on his face and the holes in his hand

Wise man tell ya what they’re reading from a scroll

But things kinda change when the story gets told

They tell it like it is to everybody they meet

Just to sing it in the church what they’re preaching in the street

Placate and vacate your mind

Too late to make hate you’ll find

Street Jesus

Street Jesus

Good god almighty, s’posed to be about love

You must’ve wished upon me by kissing the glove

I’m a high-stepping lover, sharp as a knife

I’m a pink flamingo on a great long life

A wise man, poor man, beggar man too

You bet your bottom dollar but whatcha gonna do?

I can make up daylight jealous of the night

I try to play the game but I never get it right!

Placate and vacate your mind

Too late to make hate you’ll find

When you wonder what’s up

With your half empty cup

Say tell him “don’t give up,

“Reach for the stars”

You think you’re so street wise

Just pray and close your eyes

Until we colonize

The moon and stars

But wouldn’t it be great

If we could wipe the slate

When we all live in hate

And all this fear

So please don’t call me Sir

If you’re whole life’s a blur

And Mr. Bartender

Another beer

Sometimes it’s hard trying to keep up the pace

The train kept a rollin’ when you’re trying to win the race

If you don’t believe me, wanna stay in the game

You gotta know who from the heavens came

They tell it like it is to everybody they meet

Cause they’re singing in the church what they’re preaching in the street

If you wanna give ‘em hell then you tell it from the steeple

But I’d rather be a priest so I can scream it to the people

Placate and vacate your mind

Too late to make hate you’ll find

You won’t get too many tries

Love is the love of my life

Street Jesus

Street Jesus

Street Jesus

Street Jesus

Street Jesus

Street Jesus