Текст 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 aint stood by justice yet

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