《Street Jesus》是Aerosmith演唱的歌曲，由S. Tyler、B. Whitford、J Perry作曲，S. Tyler作詞，收錄在《Music From Another Dimension!》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Street Jesus
- 所屬專輯：Music From Another Dimension!
- 歌曲原唱：Aerosmith
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
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
