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Artist/Band:
Crash Test Dummies
Lyrics for Song: Thick-Necked Man
Lyrics for Album: Ghosts That Haunt Me [2008]
We're talkin' about a thick-necked man in the city
Build a pub on blood and sweat
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
He ain't stood by justice yet
Well he gets them drunk and he gets their money
They cash their welfare checks for stout
He throws them out 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 wound to mend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll get one in the end
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
And his face and name are covered in mud
Well he watches T.V., all star wrestling
Slams a six of ales
Hits his wife and 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
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| Album Lyrics: Ghosts That Haunt Me [2008] |
Crash Test Dummies
"Ghosts That Haunt Me [2008]"
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