He walks with angels in his picket
They tell him what to do
His shopping carts filled with newspapers
And thirty-six discarded shoes
Hes met with heavy skepticism
Messiahs dont come everyday

Shopping cart jesus
He wants to talk to you

One hundred blessings on his fingers
He cant give away
He feels so frustrated
Wasnt supposed to go down this way
He really wants to talk to you right now
Messiahs dont come everyday
He wears a bag on his head for a hat
Hes 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
Hes cold and hes 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 hell swallow that bullet
To comfort him on his ride

Shopping cart jesus
He wants to talk to you