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We're talkin' about a thick necked man in the cityBuild a pub a blood and sweatSwears by God he'll stand by justiceHe ain't stood by justice yetHe gets them drunk and gets their moneyThey cash their welfare checks for stoutNow he throws them into the streetHe's sucked you in, he'll spit you outThis money-minded S.O.B.Will not a penny lendAnd all I can do is pray to GodHe'll suffer in the endWe're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in three pieceKilling from his office deskThe many places he has beenAnd many more he'll visit yetWithout his mommy's pride & kissesWithout his country's confidence Without the dying man's permissionWithout no guilt or consequenceThis bloody-minded S.O. B.Has nor a wound to mend...Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in a fist fightLosing lots of bloodIt's not his night, his boss is uptightHis face and name are covered in mudHe watches T.V., all star wrestlingSlams a six of aleHits his wife, wrecks the carAnd spends the long dark night in jailWell the Preacher man, he comes and asks himDoes he know the mess he's is?He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'llBail him out and buy him gin