The day of reckonin' will soon be here
Yeeeah...
Hey have you heard da news
Somebody stole my shoes
Man I could smell the booze... how indiscrete
And though I had a plan
After that thief I ran
Into another man who had no feet
I swear ta 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
Ju-just ain't my belief
Until I saw the holes
Inside his ha...nds
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
C'mon c'mon
What'cha 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 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 singin' in the church
What they're preachin' in the street
Placate and vacate'chor mind
Too late to make hate you'll find
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Good god almighty
Suppos'ta be about love
Ya must of missed the part about
Kissing the glove
I'm a high steppin' lover
Sharp as a knife
I'm a pink flamingo
On the great lawn of life
A wise man poor man
Beggar man too
You bet'chor bottom dollar
But a what'cha 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'chor mind
Too late to make hate you'll find
Oooo... ah
Oooo... ah
Oooo... ah... uh ha
Oooo... ah...
When you wonder wass'up
With'chor 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 rollin'
When you're trying to win the race
If you don't believe
And wanna stay in the game
You gotta know who
When the heavens came
They tell it like it is
To everybody they meet
'Cause they're singing it in the church
What they're preaching in the street
You wanna giv'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'chor 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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