Street Preacher

I pass you everyday, you always ask if I have some time
You question my belief in heaven and all things divine

I knew I should've passed
Before I let you ask
My curtosy won't last
I need to get to class

You wear hip clothes so I won't know your faithful intentions
I only said that I would talk since I love attention

But it isn't hard to tell
That I don't talk so well
But still your preaching dwells
I'd rather go to hell

You ask if I believe
In Jesus and his creed
But lust, and pride, and greed
Will get me through this week

I know you think you're doing God's work
Which bible verse said "thou shall publically disturb"?
So keep on justifying God's signs
And I'll move on in life and you and I can be just fine

I haven't seen you in a week I keep on knocking wood
If someone stops me to ask questions, I say: "Nah, I'm good."

And I'm better off this way
Divinity don't pay
Won't hear a thing I say
Regardless if I pray

Every day

Every day