Idioma Origen:
Hey have you heard the news?
Somebody stole my shoes
Man I could smell the booze, how indiscreet
And though I had a plan
After that thief I ran
Into another man who had no feet
I swear to God that day
That guy with no feet say
You gotta walk my way
That?s how it?s planned
That?s when I thought good grief
They 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?
Even in heaven
Gotta carry a knife
He said to me
"That ain?t the plan?
With a smile on his face
And the holes in his hand
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Wise man tell ya
What they?re readin' from a scroll
But things kinda change
When the story gets told
They tell it like it is
To everybody they meet
'Cause they're singing 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
Supposta to be about love
Ya musta missed the part about
Kissing the glove
I?m a high stepping lover
Sharp as a knife
I?m a pink flamingo
On the great lawn of life
Wise man, poor man
Beggar man too
You bet your bottom dollar
But a whatcha gonna do?
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I can make the 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 whassup
With your half empty cup
Cer-tain-ly don?t give up
Reach for the stars
You think you?re so street wise
Just pray and close your eyes
Until we col-on-ize
The moon and stars
Oh 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
Hey mister 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
And 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
You wanna give ?em hell
When you tell it from the steeple
But I?d rather be up here
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 lives
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Idioma Destino:
Hey have you heard the news?
Somebody stole my shoes
Man I could smell the booze, how indiscreet
And though I had a plan
After that thief I ran
Into another man who had no feet
I swear to God that day
That guy with no feet say
You gotta walk my way
That?s how it?s planned
That?s when I thought good grief
They 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?
Even in heaven
Gotta carry a knife
He said to me
"That ain?t the plan?
With a smile on his face
And the holes in his hand
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Wise man tell ya
What they?re readin' from a scroll
But things kinda change
When the story gets told
They tell it like it is
To everybody they meet
'Cause they're singing 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
Supposta to be about love
Ya musta missed the part about
Kissing the glove
I?m a high stepping lover
Sharp as a knife
I?m a pink flamingo
On the great lawn of life
Wise man, poor man
Beggar man too
You bet your bottom dollar
But a whatcha gonna do?
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I can make the 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 whassup
With your half empty cup
Cer-tain-ly don?t give up
Reach for the stars
You think you?re so street wise
Just pray and close your eyes
Until we col-on-ize
The moon and stars
Oh 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
Hey mister 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
And 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
You wanna give ?em hell
When you tell it from the steeple
But I?d rather be up here
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 lives
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Street Jesus