| Eighth Street Salvation There is a peculiar grace on 8th Street With the degenerates and the forgotten And all God's people just can't can't understand What it means to be excepted Without lines in the sand To gather soul food on sunday Surrounded by suits and ties and white lace petticoats Then hand it out indiscrimmiantely after the 9 to 5 In that stretch of road there are no rules; no prior expectations to be met the askers can have and the knockers can come in This is the place man forgot But here there' still space to listen to high times and failfures unabashedly With wayward faces and throwaway kids and a long haiured man in sandles Not forgotten by all in a blur of jabbering Pharisies His people are where you find them |