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 gotta walk my way That?s how it?s planned
That?s when I thought good grief They 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? 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
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Wise man tell ya What they?re readin' from a scroll But things kinda change When the story gets told
They tell it like it is To everybody they meet 'Cause they're singing 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 Supposta to be about love Ya musta 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 a whatcha gonna do?
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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 whassup With your half empty cup Cer-tain-ly don?t give up Reach for the stars
You think you?re so street wise Just pray and close your eyes Until we col-on-ize The moon and stars
Oh 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 your whole life?s a blur Hey mister bartender Another beer
Sometimes it?s hard Trying to keep up the pace The train kept a rolling When you?re trying to win the race
If you don?t believe And 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 lives
Street Jesus Street Jesus
Street Jesus Street Jesus
Street Jesus Street Jesus
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