Thick Necked Man

"thick - necked man" by benjamin darvill D D D we’re talkin’ ’bout a thick neck man in the city G A build a pub a blood and sweat D swears by god he’ll stand by justice G A he ain’t stood by justice yet D he gets them drunk and he gets their money G A they cash the welfare checks for stout D now he throws them out into the street G A he sucked you in he’ll spit you out D G this blood - minded son of a bitch C G will not a penny lend D A G D and all i can do is pray to god A D 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 D let him get one . . . . . . . . . . D A G D and all i can do is pray to god A D he’ll get one in the end - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - typed by ( x - tremly weird ) harry