Thick-necked Man Lyrics - The Ghosts That Haunt Me - Crash Test Dummies

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 ain't 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 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 a thick-necked man in 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 nor a wound to mend...