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 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 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 dogs eat the dogs Where 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 me feet I raise my eyes to see the heavens And only the moon Looks down The harvest moon shines down!