The Ruling Class

He resurfaced on the sidewalk of my block the other day
Yeah, it's a fat check sorry Charlie, honey
He's back from LA

So son you better turn around
Yeah, Christ is on his way across town
He was 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 and a dark pair of jeans
He's got deductions right on down the line
Dippin' ink cleans on all of mankind
Have no fear, he's right here
Drinkin' beer just trying to get down

He resurfaced on the sidewalk of my block the other day
Yeah, it's a fat check sorry Charlie, honey
He's back from the grave

You better turn your frown upside down
Christ is on his way across town
He was getting tired of hangin' around
Yeah, he's back Jack, shootin' smack
Find him if you wanna get found

Yeah, he's back Jack, smokin' crack
Find him if you wanna get found