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 stack 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 Who 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