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