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We're talkin' about a thick-necked man in the city Build a pub on blood and sweat Swears by God he'll stand by justice He ain't stood by justice yet Well he gets them drunk and he gets their money They cash their welfare checks for stout He throws them out into the street He's sucked you in, he'll spit you out This money-minded son of a bitch 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 narrow-minded son of a bitch Has not a wound to mend And all I can do is pray to God He'll get one in the end 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 And his face and name are covered in mud Well he watches T.V., all star wrestling Slams a six of ales Hits his wife and 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 This narrow-minded son of a bitch Has not a soul to mend And all I can do is pray to God He'll get one in the end |