Aerosmith - Street Jesus lyrics

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

Street Jesus street Jesus
Street Jesus