At This Hour lyrics

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? 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