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