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We're talkin' 'bout a thick neck man in the city

Build a pub a blood and sweat

Swears by God he'll stand by justice

He ain't stood by justice yet

 He gets them drunk and he gets their money

 They cash the welfare checks for stout

 Now he throws them out into the street

 He sucked you in he'll spit you out

This blood-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 a 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 and kisses

Without his country's confidence

Without the dying man's permission

Without no guilt on consequence

This bloody-minded son of a bitch

Has no a wound to mend

And all I can do is pray to God he'll

Get one in the end

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

And his face and name are covered in mud

He watches TV, all star wrestling

Slams a six of ale

Hits his wife and wrecks the car

And spends a long dark night in jail

Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him

Does he know what mess he's in

He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll

Bail him out and buy him gin

This bloody-minded son of a bitch

Has not a son to mend

And all I can do is pray to God

He'll get one in the end

Let him get one..........

 And all I can do is pray to God

 He'll get one in the end

Typed by (X-tremly weird) Harry