Band - Soap Box Preacher Lyrics
Soap box preacher standing on the cornerAnd all the people they would gather roundYou speak of faith with a blaze of gloryBut those that fear they wanna knock you downNobody knows where you liveWhere do you go in the ***** nightAll of the prophets that come before youThey can hear your lonesome cryWhen youre out there in the nightAll aloneWhen youre staring in the lightAt the end of the roadChorus:In those proud shoes, coming on up the alleyIn those proud shoes, walks all over the skyThen he tipped his hat just like don quixoteAnd said dont let the rapture pass you byHeard a bugle blowing in the misty morningWhat a haunting sound over times squareHeard of the ghost of 52nd streetLooked out the door but no one was thereOut in the cold harlem rainI went looking for this minstrel manPlayed me a song to ease the painWith a salvation army bandWhen youre out there on the darkAll aloneWhen youre sleeping in the parkAt the end of the roadChorusIn the neon wilderness and the ashphalt jungleHe carries his cross of passionThrough the wreckage and the rumbleChorus:In those proud shoes, coming on up the alleyIn those proud shoes, walks all over the skyThen he tipped his hat just like don quixoteAnd said dont let the raptureDont let the rapture pass you byDont let it pass you by
