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He walks with angels in his picket |
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They tell him what to do |
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His shopping cart's filled with newspapers |
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And thirty-six discarded shoes |
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He's met with heavy skepticism |
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Messiahs don't come everyday |
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Shopping cart jesus |
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He wants to talk to you |
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One hundred blessings on his fingers |
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He can't give away |
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He feels so frustrated |
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Wasn't supposed to go down this way |
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He really wants to talk to you right now |
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Messiahs don't come everyday |
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He wears a bag on his head for a hat |
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He's got sores on his feet |
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And shit in his pants, he wonders why when he speaks |
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The word - the people walk away |
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Shopping cart jesus |
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He wants to talk to you |
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He wants to talk to me |
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So jesus stands on this corner |
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And his gospel falls to the ground |
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He's cold and he's hungry |
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And he needs a drink |
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And he knows nobody believes |
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He walks to the alley and finds salvation |
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In the form of a forty-five |
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And on his way home he'll swallow that bullet |
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To comfort him on his ride |
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Shopping cart jesus |
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He wants to talk to you |