The Ruling Class Lyrics

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 it 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 my 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

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