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