Hey have you heard the news?Somebody stole my shoesAnd I can smell the boozeHow indiscreetAnd though I had a planAfter that thief outranInto another manWho had no feetI swear to god that dayThat guy with no feet say“You got to walk my way”“That’s how it’s planned”That’s when I thought, good griefJ-Just ain’t my beliefUntil I saw the holesInside his handStreet JesusStreet JesusCome on, come on, what you think about life?Demon in heaven gotta carry a knifeYou said to me: No, that ain’t the plan!With a smile on his face and the holes in his handWise man tell ya what they’re reading from a scrollBut things kinda change when the story gets toldThey tell it like it is to everybody they meetJust to sing it in the church what they’re preaching in the streetPlacate and vacate your mindToo late to make hate you’ll findStreet JesusStreet JesusGood God Almighty, s’posed to be about loveYou must’ve wished upon me by kissing the gloveI’m a high-stepping lover, sharp as a knifeI’m a pink flamingo on a great long lifeA wise man, poor man, beggar man tooYou bet your bottom dollar but whatcha gonna do?I can make up daylight jealous of the nightI try to play the game but I never get it right!Placate and vacate your mindToo late to make hate you’ll findWhen you wonder what’s upWith your half empty cupSay tell him “don’t give up,Reach for the starsYou think you’re so street wiseJust pray and close your eyesUntil we colonizeThe moon and starsBut wouldn’t it be greatIf we could wipe the slateWhen we all live in hateAnd all this fearSo please don’t call me: Sir!If you’re whole life’s a blurAnd Mr. BartenderAnother beerSometimes it’s hard trying to keep up the paceThe train kept a rollin’ when you’re trying to win the raceIf you don’t believe me, wanna stay in the gameYou gotta know who from the heavens cameThey tell it like it is to everybody they meetCause they’re singing in the church what they’re preaching in the streetIf you wanna give ‘em hell then you tell it from the steepleBut I’d rather be a priest so I can scream it to the peoplePlacate and vacate your mindToo late to make hate you’ll findYou won’t get too many triesLove is the love of my lifeStreet JesusStreet JesusStreet JesusStreet JesusStreet JesusStreet Jesus
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