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• Artiste: Heath McNease
• Titre: Thrift Store Jesus
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[Chorus:] I will settle for any type of remedy Praying to a thrift store Jesus, He looks a little like me Same hair and same face Bet he took some… Praying to a thrift store Jesus, I really hope he's you, I really hope he's you and me I got this painting Of Jesus from a Goodwill He looked like Richard Marx But kinda hood-still And all my friends ask me What kind of good will Does this picture do for you I said it cost me one bill It's kind of racist No, it emphasized the faces And ignored the basic demographics Based on his location But I took comfort in it 'Cause there was something in it It wasn't form or function, It was busted from a distance The finished product looked like How I'd painted it if I'd did it Novice brushstrokes, Can't help but paint within our limits It looks bad in the dark It looks awful in light I flip the switch And there's Jesus Singing Hold on to the Nights 80's Pop star Wooed-the-ladies Rock star But who's to say this newbie painter Ain't still moving God's heart With pure intentions, I ain't caused his heart to move an inch As Jesus's looking at me Talking like 'who's room is this?' [Chorus] It wasn't really Jesus It looked more like Keith Green Replaced with Springsteen When he sings with E Street He looked like Kenny Rogers, A younger Kenny Loggins Sonny Crockett, Barry Gibb Or… Fonz He said 'Who's room is this?' Yeah, you know who's it is Eyes were on some Mona Lisa-type look maneuver tricks Follow my moves, A pocket full, he spied those smoke and lies Saw me tell them homeless types I'm broke and never broke my spine Followed the shrewdest lies In movement's time And who was I? 'Cause all this time, My suicide is foolish pride Polluted mind Unto us each day, Under this cheap frame, Forgive my trespasses, Lead me not in grieve's way It was my frame of reference, The crucial objective piece, The pictures of the great physician I don't get to see And that's what I need- That tiny mustard seed That ever stayed and grows And hopes that shows with substance brings He's in subtle things, He's in ugly things Sometimes he's what we see Obstructing us from what we need Ah ah, Ah ah