(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.