Aerosmith

Letra de Street Jesus

Letras de Aerosmith

"Street Jesus"

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
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