At This Hour

Here he come walking down the street He 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 wants to paint it black He 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 you gonna do? You're the only one walking down the street He's the only one that you're likely to meet at this hour, baby Yeah, at this hour Yeah, at this hour, oh Yeah, at this hour 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 will ever have things their own way Yeah, he's coming down on you Yeah, what you gonna do? You're the only one walking down the street He's the only one that you're likely to meet at this hour, baby 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 But he's living off the crap, man, that you can't use Yeah, he's coming down on you Yeah, what you gonna do? You're the only one walking down the street He's the only one that you're likely to meet at this hour At this hour, at this hour, at this hour Yeah-yeah, yeah at this hour Yeah, at this hour At this hour, at this hour