Crash Test Dummies - Thick-necked Man

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 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 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 & 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...

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