I found peace, he met me by a schoolyard
Talked with him about a passing police car
Walked a block on rubber legs
To the church where my mother begs
In the holy building's front hall the gift shop waits
For the nuns to yell "Salvation on sale today!"
But I've come too late without enough change
And I'm still vying for the company of saints
But who's gonna pick up the check
When Jesus's wallet is empty again
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