At This Hour

Here he come walking down the street Got them funky ragged things on his feet He got half a busted moon in his smile Now I know he's walked that long and lonely mile He's got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack He see a red door and he want to paint it black He's got a vote for you now if you dare To not pretend that he's not there Yeah, he's coming down on you Yeah, what'cha you gonna do? Your the only one walking down the street He's the only one that you're likely to meet At this hour baby, You're so used to living in luxury Greed's made you blind and you just can't see So many people in the world today Who won't ever have things their own way You live protected, respected, inside the law, You're sunny-side-up, he's wearing his yolk raw You say you never took nothing he'd refuse, He's living off the crap, man, that you can't use