He stands on the street
With a jar at his feet
And his arms streched toward the sky
God's word in his grip
There's a song on his lips
I will not be denied
Winos walking past
See the change in his glass
And the Devil takes control
They commit their sin
For a half pint of gin
To help fight off the cold
They're laugh found joke (?)
Talked is old tattered cold (?)
Sayin preacher pray for me
Satan made us his slaves
Can three whores be saved
Will Jesus set us free
He prays father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
If there's no room in heaven
For these forgotton few
With a jar at his feet
And his arms streched toward the sky
God's word in his grip
There's a song on his lips
I will not be denied
Winos walking past
See the change in his glass
And the Devil takes control
They commit their sin
For a half pint of gin
To help fight off the cold
They're laugh found joke (?)
Talked is old tattered cold (?)
Sayin preacher pray for me
Satan made us his slaves
Can three whores be saved
Will Jesus set us free
He prays father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
If there's no room in heaven
For these forgotton few
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