Thick-Necked Man - Crash Test Dummies

Thick-Necked Man - Crash Test Dummies
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 ain't stood by justice yet
He get's 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 a thick necked man
In 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 or consequence
This bloody minded S O B
Has nor a wound to mend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll suffer in the end
Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man
In a fist fight
Losing lot's 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 is
He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin
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
He'll suffer
He'll suffer
He'll suffer
He'll suffer
He'll suffer
He'll suffer
He'll suffer
Yeah
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll cuffer in the end