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    [CHORUS]  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 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 bloody-minded S.O.B.  Has not a wound to mend...    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