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Street Jesus
Hey have you heard the news?
Somebody stole my shoes
Man I could smell the booze
How indiscreet
And though I had a plan
After that thief I ran
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”
That just ain’t my belief
Until I saw the holes
Inside his hands
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Come on, come on, what you think about life?
Even in heaven gotta carry a knife
He said to me, “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
Cause their singing in the church what they’re preaching in the street
Placate and vacate your mind
Too late to make hate you’ll find
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Good God Almighty, s’posed to be about love
You must’ve missed the part about kissing the glove
I’m a high-stepping lover, sharp as a knife
I’m a pink flamingo on the great lawn of life
Wise man, poor man, beggar man too
You bet your bottom dollar but whatcha gonna do?
I can make the 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
You wanna give ‘em hell when you tell it from the steeple
But I’d rather be up here 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
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Thanks to Samuel for the correction