Shopping Cart Jesus Lyrics
He walks with angels in his picketThey tell him what to doHis shopping cart's filled with newspapersAnd thirty-six discarded shoesHe's met with heavy skepticismMessiahs don't come everydayShopping cart JesusHe wants to talk to youOne hundred blessings on his fingersHe can't give awayHe feels so frustratedWasn't supposed to go down this wayHe really wants to talk to you right nowMessiahs don't come everydayHe wears a bag on his head for a hatHe's got sores on his feetAnd shit in his pants, he wonders why when he speaksThe word - the people walk awayShopping cart JesusHe wants to talk to youHe wants to talk to meSo Jesus stands on this cornerAnd his gospel falls to the groundHe's cold and he's hungryAnd he needs a drinkAnd he knows nobody believesHe walks to the alley and finds salvationIn the form of a forty-fiveAnd on his way home he'll swallow that bulletTo comfort him on his rideShopping cart JesusHe wants to talk to you
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