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 & kisses   Without his country's confidence   Without the dying man's permission   Without no guilt or consequence      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      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