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 got to clean them up, my friends

Bodies on the highway

Law and order upside-down

Someone's got to collect their 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 another 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 got to clean them up, my friends

Before the little harvest disappears into the mud

Someone's got to collect their odds and ends

When the gutters run with blood

It's a world where the dog eats the dog

And they kill for the bones in the street

And God in His heaven, He don't interfere

'Cause 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