thick necked man

Lyrics

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, 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