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