Soap box preacher standing on the corner
And all the people they would gather round
You speak of faith with a blaze of glory
But those that fear they wanna knock you down
Nobody knows where you live
Where do you go in the naked night
All of the prophets that come before you
They can hear your lonesome cry
When you're out there in the night
When you're staring in the light
At the end of the road
In those proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, walks all...
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