"No one comes down our road
So now would they know
If we had a saint in here?"
My mother said "well
They could just tell"
But I would not stop there
I said "Larry, he could be one
He just sits out front
He has time to pray"
My mother said "No
I don't think so" but I believed anyway
'Cause I thought that he looked like Jessu
Savior of our neighborhood
If everyone could just see us
They'd know he was misunderstood
No one who lives in this town
Could get past the sound
Of Larry on Sundays
That's when he talks to himself
And hears the angels
He says that they say
"Larry, you are the one
Our chosen son
We're talking to you"
My mother said "Please
Don't be deceived"
But I said "it could be true"
'Cause I thought that he looked like Jessu
Not that I thought he was
When he shot at one of our neighbors
And went away in handcuffs
No one came down our road
'til Larry came home
'til Larry made bail
Then he had the crews from all the t.v. news
And he had hate mail
And Larry stopped sitting out
Stopped talking about
The voices he knew
My motehr saud "shame
How he's so afraid now
Even of you"
And I thought that he looked like Jesus
Like maybe he could still make us well
But he looked out and saw the strangers
And turned the gun on himself
Ho sanna hey sanna ho sanna hey
Sanna ho sanna hey