(Kinky Friedman)



Walking on the ragged streets of time

A man is asking if there is a dime

Someone can spare.

No one pays him any mind,

But surely someone sees him there a-crying

When no one's there.

And the washed out whore demands

The bottle in his hands.

Ah, Mister, don't you weep,

God knows we've tried to keep

The Golden Rule and the

Top Ten commandments.



You can't believe the thing you've seen

On the midnight TV screen

And nightmare sent by satellite.

Rain fire falling from the skies

A mother holds her baby and cries

And day for us for them is night.



And love is just a word we preach

For who can learn what none will teach.

Ah, people, don't you weep,

God knows we've tried to keep

The Golden Rule and the

Top Ten commandments.



And moving across on the city street

A neighbor tried to find his feet

And fell on down and slipped to ruin.

The bystanders are all standing by

Watching from corners of their eyes

Wondering what on earth can he be doing.



With a faith nobody shared

And a love nobody dared

Oh, Mary, don't you weep,

Someday we'll learn to keep

The Golden Rule and the

Top Ten commandments.