Here's a hint of gold stuck into a tooth
Pardon me monsieur, you won't be needing it no more
Shouldn't be too hard to sell
Add it to the pile
Add it to the stock
Here among the sewer rats a breath away from hell
You get accustomed to the smell
Well someone's gotta clean them up my friends
Bodies on the highway, law and order upside down
Someone's gotta collect them odds and ends
As a service to the town
Here's a tasty ring, pretty little thing
Wouldn't want to waste it that would really be a crime
Thank you sir, I'm in your debt
Here's a little toy, take it off the boy
His heart's no longer going and he's lived his little time
But his watch is ticking yet
Well someone's gotta clean them up my friends
Before the little harvest disappears into the mud
Someone's gotta collect them odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood
It's a world where the dog eats the dog
Where they kill for the bones in the street
And God in his heaven, he don't interfere
'Cos he's dead as the stiffs at my feet
I raise my eyes to see the heavens
And only the moon looks down
The harvest moon shines down
