Mercy

I got a ragtime for ya inside of my head

Comin' back to me now from the ages of the dead

If Tom Waits could yodel and I bet that he can

Way up inside his head I came it crawling back

What do you do with the poison in your head

Seeping and creeing in every single bed

Dreams when you wake and you bake and you ache

Every little try

But you can't and you cry

Mercy mercy over me

Mercy mercy over me

Just a cowboy singing

And I'm trying all I can to wake the spirit and the soul

And to place it in your head

Take the holy bible and make you all libel

To sing in every church and every bar and every land

Like a blackjack dealer I'm dealing out the cards

You fumble with your soul and gamble with your lark

But you can't get to heaven if it's where you want to go

You can't use fad

You gotta gamble with your soul

Gamble with your soul

Gamble with your soul

No you can't go to church just to claim you've gotta soul

You can't pay the piper with your silver and your gold

You can't rub an eye from the burning inside it's your soul calling ya

So you better make a time for a date with the wild [?]

Scratching and a grabbing in [?]

You can't retire you gotta look em in the eye

You gotta tango with your soul

Dance with the fire

You gotta dance with the fire

Well you could call yourself a Christian or a muslim or a jew

You could call yourself a prophet or a liar or a fool

But when the chips are on the table

You can't use core you can't use fat

You gotta gamble

When the time draws near to lay down and die

And the Sun is setting fast on the last blue sky

Will you say please will you say please

It's too late friends

All your mercy over me

All your mercy over me