Lyrics

There's a certain part of town
Where the fire trucks never run
There's nothing there to burn
That would be missed by anyone

There's a sidewalk over there
Behind the sheriff's impound lot
Where bedrooms are reserved
By spreading cardboard out

Into this place comes a man
Trying to do the best he can
Sent there on a mission from the lord
Save these lost sheep from the sword

He walks these crooked streets
Spreading handouts all around
Like everyone's a mark
And the carnival's in town

They all stick out their hands
And gladly take his grace
Some laugh behind his back
And others in his face

How many times before he learns
Watch your back or get your fingers burned
Saving souls is no work for the weak
You'll catch your death just standing on the street

Oh, I know where this has to go
Oh, I know it's long past time to go.

There's a certain part of town
Where cars stay home all day
Some on blocks and others got no place
To go to anyway

Remember Father Lou
He used to hang around down here
Until we jacked him for his wallet
And his body disappeared

Into this place came a man
Trying to do the best he can
Sent here on a mission from the lord
Save us lost sheep from the sword
Save us lost sheep from the sword
Save us lost sheep from the sword