I’m havin’ dreams of seeing Jesus on the Wilson stop
Crying’ his eyes out, soaking the there t-shirt that
he rocks
As the tears drop and mix with the blood from his
I compared his crown to yours and I began to scream
psalms like
Soups open soul, soups open soul the non-stop
Unfold so he can roll and get his cross back from the
pawn shop
Shocked no one can see him through his money green fog
And just then he disappeared from two kids with seeing
eye dogs
They asked me who he was?
Well how should I know just a wino
Well we saw him in Border’s tearing price tags off
In this game of survival of the save souls
Until I know for sure I’ll keep flyin’ my tags with
He can’t breath because my brother’s yellin’ "fuck
your soul"
’Cause in this lustful world righteousness ain’t never
taxed deductibles
So fold your food stamps and go collect your plate
Hoping that heaven’s open Sunday as she shakes from
hunger rates
Mistakes these bullshit lessons her preachers
But never once questioned how many blessings he paid
for his new Lexus
Profession, heaven’s a million miles from Chicago
We only see the stars when we’re tippin’ back a bottle
Only see the stars when we’re tippin’ back a bottle
He only sees the stars when he’s tippin’ back a bottle
Why try to sleep? We don’t dream as much as yesterday
All our prayers infested and stress and rent to pay

But ain’t nobody hiring’ on desire alone
Try to find his way home but this silence is cold
Like the Vietnam vet with the tires in his throne
Eyes turned to stone holding’ wild Irish roads
With the time freezes froze he realiz