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 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)
 J-Just ain't my belief
 Until I saw the holes
 Inside his hand
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 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
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 Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
 Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
 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
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 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
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 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 â 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
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 Street Jesus
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