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 outran 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
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
Street Jesus Street Jesus
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
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 your whole life´s a blur And Mr. 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 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 singin in the church what they´re preachin in the street If you wanna give ´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