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