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