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 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
 This money-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 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 or consequence
 This bloody-minded son of a bitch
 Has not 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 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
 This narrow-minded son of a bitch
 Has not a soul to mend
 And all I can do is pray to God
 He'll get one in the end