The Ruling Class

Here he surfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day

Yeah, it's a fact. Check it. Sorry Charlie, honey. He's back from LA

So son, you better turn it around

Yeah, Christ is on his way across town

He's getting tired of hanging around

Yeah, he's back Jack smoking crack find him if you wanna get found

He's having supper with the upper management of a new regime

He's in a new jacket, tax bracket, sandals in a dark pair of jeans

He's got deductions riding down the line

Dependent claims on all of mankind

Have no fear, he's right here drinking beer just trying to get down

He resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day

Yeah it's a fact, check it, sorry Charlie, honey, he's back from the grave

You better turn your frown upside down Yeah, Christ is on his way across town

He was gettin' tired of hangin' around Yeah, he's back, Jack's shootin' smack

Find 'em if you wanna get down

Yeah, he's back, Jack, smoking crack

Find 'em if you wanna get found