Jesus freaks out on the street hand out tickets to heaven

Jesus freaks in the box seats hold up the line

The punks say there's no time

While the dealers make their dime

The old men watch and sigh

While the kids throw out their lives

The young men they go write

About the things they feel inside

The big men stare down at the streets, crunching numbers and people

The small men listen to their words and dream to be big

The girlfriends miss their boyfriends

And the boyfriends waste their time

And the husbands miss their wives

As they drive alone at night

And the young men they go right

All the wrongs they laid aside

Baby boy out in the street, walking in between traffic

Meet yourself a Jesus freak and start a new life

Then start it all again when you see the big men climb

Then start it all again when you fall out of the lie

Then start it all again when you deal the pain aside

Then start it all again when you hear the church bell cry

While the young men they go write

About the tragedy of life