Larry

No one comes down our road

So how would they know

If we had a saint 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

Jesus, 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

Jesus

Not that I thought that 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 mother said

"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 strangers

And turned the gun on himself

Ho Sanna, hey Sanna

Ho Sanna, hey Sanna

Ho Sanna, hey