The God of the Streets shuffles his feet
Lays down in the gutter and tries to sleep
But he has no pillow and he has no bed
He has nowhere to rest his head
The whores in the alley the man in the moon
Are cryin' for help and hummin' a tune
But there's no one to listen and there's no one to hear
There's nothing to do so just lend an ear
I've tried to be still and make myself blind
But I open my eyes and it's back to the grind
And I'm tryin' to get some peace and quiet
But the whole world feels like a burnin' riot
We got starvin' billions dying for food
Cash in the billions drugs for your mood
So pull up your seat at the table of kings
It's a new day baby let freedom ring
God of the asphalt steel beam angels
Disciples on street watch eyes on each angle
Christ bangs trashcans preaches of the dangers
Why'd the angels sing such a beautiful arrangement?
But Satan watches from his penthouse twenty stories high
Held by the same angels that sing out
Disciples show respect every time that he passes by
Even Christ is on time to pay his tithes
It might trickle from rags to suits and ties
Then maybe one day you might hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Let the rich hoard and may the poor never, ever ask for more
Let the rich hoard and may the poor never, ever ask for more
The God of All Lies closes his eyes
Braces himself for judgment from the skies
Caught elbow deep in the offering plate
With a grin on his face and a heart full of hate
The whore on the back of the beast from the sea
Bears the fruit of death of says take heed
It's sweet to taste and free to touch
Don't hold back boys it don't cost that much
I try to stay calm and I try to unwind
But it feels just like I'm losing my mind
Like the floor is givin' and about to cave
And I'm asking how can I be saved?
Then I cover my face and I fall to my knees
And I pray for the grace that I desperately need
Where's the light inside? Where's the inner peace?
Where's the spirit of the God of the Streets?
Rance Garrison - The God of the Streets (feat. Martin Kilgore & VHS-Void) Lyrics
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The God of the Streets shuffles his feet
Lays down in the gutter and tries to sleep
But he has no pillow and he has no bed
He has nowhere to rest his head
The whores in the alley the man in the moon
Are cryin' for help and hummin' a tune
But there's no one to listen and there's no one to hear
There's nothing to do so just lend an ear
I've tried to be still and make myself blind
But I open my eyes and it's back to the grind
And I'm tryin' to get some peace and quiet
But the whole world feels like a burnin' riot
We got starvin' billions dying for food
Cash in the billions drugs for your mood
So pull up your seat at the table of kings
It's a new day baby let freedom ring
God of the asphalt steel beam angels
Disciples on street watch eyes on each angle
Christ bangs trashcans preaches of the dangers
Why'd the angels sing such a beautiful arrangement?
But Satan watches from his penthouse twenty stories high
Held by the same angels that sing out
Disciples show respect every time that he passes by
Even Christ is on time to pay his tithes
It might trickle from rags to suits and ties
Then maybe one day you might hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Let the rich hoard and may the poor never, ever ask for more
Let the rich hoard and may the poor never, ever ask for more
The God of All Lies closes his eyes
Braces himself for judgment from the skies
Caught elbow deep in the offering plate
With a grin on his face and a heart full of hate
The whore on the back of the beast from the sea
Bears the fruit of death of says take heed
It's sweet to taste and free to touch
Don't hold back boys it don't cost that much
I try to stay calm and I try to unwind
But it feels just like I'm losing my mind
Like the floor is givin' and about to cave
And I'm asking how can I be saved?
Then I cover my face and I fall to my knees
And I pray for the grace that I desperately need
Where's the light inside? Where's the inner peace?
Where's the spirit of the God of the Streets?
Lays down in the gutter and tries to sleep
But he has no pillow and he has no bed
He has nowhere to rest his head
The whores in the alley the man in the moon
Are cryin' for help and hummin' a tune
But there's no one to listen and there's no one to hear
There's nothing to do so just lend an ear
I've tried to be still and make myself blind
But I open my eyes and it's back to the grind
And I'm tryin' to get some peace and quiet
But the whole world feels like a burnin' riot
We got starvin' billions dying for food
Cash in the billions drugs for your mood
So pull up your seat at the table of kings
It's a new day baby let freedom ring
God of the asphalt steel beam angels
Disciples on street watch eyes on each angle
Christ bangs trashcans preaches of the dangers
Why'd the angels sing such a beautiful arrangement?
But Satan watches from his penthouse twenty stories high
Held by the same angels that sing out
Disciples show respect every time that he passes by
Even Christ is on time to pay his tithes
It might trickle from rags to suits and ties
Then maybe one day you might hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Hear his truth that lies
Let the rich hoard and may the poor never, ever ask for more
Let the rich hoard and may the poor never, ever ask for more
The God of All Lies closes his eyes
Braces himself for judgment from the skies
Caught elbow deep in the offering plate
With a grin on his face and a heart full of hate
The whore on the back of the beast from the sea
Bears the fruit of death of says take heed
It's sweet to taste and free to touch
Don't hold back boys it don't cost that much
I try to stay calm and I try to unwind
But it feels just like I'm losing my mind
Like the floor is givin' and about to cave
And I'm asking how can I be saved?
Then I cover my face and I fall to my knees
And I pray for the grace that I desperately need
Where's the light inside? Where's the inner peace?
Where's the spirit of the God of the Streets?
Writer: Rance Garrison, Richard Kilgore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid