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 hes walked that long and lonely mile

Hes got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack
He see a red door and he want to paint it black
Hes got a vote for you now if you dare
To not pretend that hes not there

Yeah, hes coming down on you
Yeah, whatcha you gonna do?
Your the only one walking down the street
Hes the only one that youre likely to meet
At this hour baby,

Youre so used to living in luxury
Greeds made you blind and you just cant see
So many people in the world today
Who wont ever have things their own way

You live protected, respected, inside the law,
Youre sunny-side-up, hes wearing his yolk raw
You say you never took nothing hed refuse,
Hes living off the crap, man, that you cant use