He walks with angels in his picket

They tell him what to do

His shopping cart's filled with newspapers

And thirty-six discarded shoes

He's met with heavy skepticism

Messiahs don't come everyday

Shopping cart Jesus

He wants to talk to you

One hundred blessings on his fingers

He can't give away

He feels so frustrated

Wasn't supposed to go down this way

He really wants to talk to you right now

Messiahs don't come everyday

He wears a bag on his head for a hat

He's got sores on his feet

And shit in his pants, he wonders why when he
speaks

The word - the people walk away

Shopping cart Jesus

He wants to talk to you

He wants to talk to me

So Jesus stands on this corner

And his gospel falls to the ground

He's cold and he's hungry

And he needs a drink

And he knows nobody believes

He walks to the alley and finds salvation

In the form of a forty-five

And on his way home he'll swallow that bullet

To comfort him on his ride

Shopping cart Jesus

He wants to talk to you