Mercy Please
The Whistles and The Bells
If we are what we eat then my future it is scary
For I have been scarfing down the pages of the devil’s dictionary
In my veins there’s a potent cocktail of fear and worry
That will show in my soul when the test results return from its autopsy
I need just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please
A beggar at your door, a beggar at your door I will always be
When the henchmen of midnight march me up to the gallows
and I stand accused with a noose around my neck in the shadows
and my crimes fill the dark as the ringleader barks and he bellows
And the whisper of hope cuts the burlap rope
And steals all the ghetto king's gusto
I need just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please
A beggar at your door, a beggar at your door I will always be