We're talkin' about a thick necked man in the city
Build a pub a blood and sweat
Swears by God he'll stand by justice

He aint stood by justice yet
He gets them drunk and gets their money
They cash their welfare checks for stout

Now he throws them into the street
He's sucked you in, he'll spit you out


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This money-minded S.O.B.
Will not a penny lend

And all I can do is pray to God
He'll suffer in the end


We're talkin' 'bout thick-necked man in a three-piece
Killing from his office desk
The many places he has been

And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride & kisses
Without his country's confidence

Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt or consequence


This bloody-minded S.O.B.
Has not a wound to mend...


Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
It's not his night, his boss is uptight

His face and name are covered in mud
He watches T.V., all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale

Hits his wife, wrecks the car
And spends the long dark night in jail
Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him

Does he know the mess he's in?
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin