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 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 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 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 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

Street Jesus Street Jesus

Street Jesus Street Jesus

Street Jesus