Top Ten Commandments - 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