he resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from LA
so son you better turn it around, yeah Christ is on his way across town
he was gettin tired of hangin around
yeah he's back jack, smokin 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
dependent claims on all of my mankind
have no fear he's right here drinking beer just trying to get down
he resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from the grave
you better turn your frown upside down, yeah Christ is on his way across town
he was gettin tired of hangin around
yeah he's back jack, shootin smack, find him if you wanna get down
yeah he's back jack, smokin crack, find him if you wanna get found
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he resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from LA
so son you better turn it around, yeah Christ is on his way across town
he was gettin tired of hangin around
yeah he's back jack, smokin 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
dependent claims on all of my mankind
have no fear he's right here drinking beer just trying to get down
he resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from the grave
you better turn your frown upside down, yeah Christ is on his way across town
he was gettin tired of hangin around
yeah he's back jack, shootin smack, find him if you wanna get down
yeah he's back jack, smokin crack, find him if you wanna get found
yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from LA
so son you better turn it around, yeah Christ is on his way across town
he was gettin tired of hangin around
yeah he's back jack, smokin 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
dependent claims on all of my mankind
have no fear he's right here drinking beer just trying to get down
he resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from the grave
you better turn your frown upside down, yeah Christ is on his way across town
he was gettin tired of hangin around
yeah he's back jack, shootin smack, find him if you wanna get down
yeah he's back jack, smokin crack, find him if you wanna get found
Writer: JEFF TWEEDY, JIM O'ROURKE, GLENN KOTCHE
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management