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