Pimps, Pushers and Thieves Lyrics

Worked forty years as a stevedore, five hungry mouths to feed,
When they grew up you wanted more,
They were pimps, pushers and thieves.

Worked forty years for a pittance of pay
And now it's his judgement day,
All those children have money so it's no paupers grave
For the pimps, pushers and thieves.

The pimps, pushers and thieves pimps pushers and thieves.

The rich can afford to be pious and pure,
The poor break their backs or deceive,
And when they grow up, well if they want more,

They are pimps, pushers and thieves.
They are pimps, pushers and thieves.