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 vacate 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 vacate 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 miiiiind. Too late to vacate you'll fiiiiiind. You won't get too many tries. Love is the love of my life. Street Jesus. Street Jesus. Street Jesus. Street Jesus. Who do ya. Who do ya. Who do ya. Who do ya think that you are?