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(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
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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
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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