"Thick-Necked Man" by Benjamin Darvill              We’re talkin’ ’bout a thick neck 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 he gets their money                                 They cash the welfare checks for stout             Now he throws them out into the street                               He sucked you in he’ll spit you out                           This blood-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 a 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 and kisses Without his country’s confidence Without the dying man’s permission Without no guilt on consequence This bloody-minded son of a bitch Has no a wound to mend And all I can do is pray to God he’ll Get one 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 And his face and name are covered in mud He watches TV all star wrestling Slams a six of ale Hits his wife and wrecks the car And spends a long dark night in jail Well the Preacher man he comes and asks him Does he know what mess he’s in He says he’ll turn to Jesus if he’ll Bail him out and buy him gin This bloody-minded son of a bitch Has not a son to mend And all I can do is pray to God He’ll get one in the end Let him get one..........                                 And all I can do is pray to God                           He’ll get one in the end ------------ Typed by (X-tremly weird) Harry