Song | Thick-Necked Man |
Artist | Crash Test Dummies |
Album | The Ghosts That Haunt Me |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darvill | |
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 get's 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 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 not w ound to mend | |
And all i can do is pray to god | |
He'll suffer in the end | |
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 |
zuo ci : Darvill | |
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 get' s 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 moneyminded 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 thicknecked man in threepiece | |
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 bloodyminded s. o. b. | |
Has not w ound to mend | |
And all i can do is pray to god | |
He' ll suffer in the end | |
Now we' re talkin' ' bout a thicknecked 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 |
zuò cí : Darvill | |
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 get' s 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 moneyminded 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 thicknecked man in threepiece | |
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 bloodyminded s. o. b. | |
Has not w ound to mend | |
And all i can do is pray to god | |
He' ll suffer in the end | |
Now we' re talkin' ' bout a thicknecked 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 |