Crash Test Dummies - Thick-necked Man Lyrics
Were talkin about a thick necked man in the cityBuild a pub a blood and sweatSwears by God hell stand by justiceHe aint stood by justice yetHe gets them drunk and gets their moneyThey cash their welfare checks for stoutNow he throws them into the streetHes sucked you in, hell spit you outThis money-minded s.o.b.Will not a penny lendAnd all I can do is pray to godHell suffer in the endWere talkin bout thick-necked man in three-pieceKilling from his office deskThe many places he has beenAnd many more hell visit yetWithout his mommys pride & kissesWithout his countrys confidenceWithout the dying mans permissionWithout no guilt or consequenceThis bloody-minded s.o.b.Has not w ound to mendAnd all I can do is pray to godHell suffer in the endNow were talkin bout a thick-necked man in a fist fightLosing lots of bloodIts not his night, his boss is uptightHis face and name are covered in mudHe watches t.v., all star wrestlingSlams a six of aleHits his wife, wrecks the carAnd spends the long dark night in jailWell the preacher man, he comes and asks himDoes he know the mess hes in?He says hell turn to jesus if hellBail him out and buy him gin
