The Ruling Class

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 LA So, son, you better turn around Yeah, Christ is on his way across town He was gettin' tired of hangin' around Yeah, he's back, Jack, smokin' 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 And a dark pair of jeans He's got deductions right on 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, shootin' smack Find him if you wanna get down Yeah, he's back, Jack, smokin' crack Find him if you wanna get found