Little Mercy by Doomtree
CECIL (Hook) Now the candle's in the window and it's open / We watch the flames duke it out with every gust and we're hoping / no, it must just burn to the bottom of the wick / It's the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning / We're still turning every table when it's needed / Not laying there defeated, no / We draw our bows back repeatedly / Then off with the arrows, and the Gods and the Pharaohs / From the bottom of our hearts we're from the bottom of the barrel / Now, peril knows no bounds / terror won't slow down / but there's a whole low down of beauty to be shown now / We broke ground / and broke our backs stacking bricks / We never broke our promises; you'll never know just half of it / We're adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy / and when our work is done, then we'll call our shares worthy / In this land of milk and honey, we're too shy to say we're thirsty / We just make a little money and we... / we buy a little mercy
CHANNY (Hook) No more / my lord / No more / my lord / Lord I'll never / turn back / no more / my lord
CECIL (Hook)
DESSA If you welcome every trespass / then every tramp's a guest / Give what they would take from you / then every theft's a gift / Hold too tightly to what's in your hands or in your chest / and the future it won't open, palm reader's can't work fists / Broken bones are stronger for the breaking / No, the danger's in the bending / those concessions that you never can take back / Curl you round a cane / you're still in tact, but now quite lame / better to grit your teeth, ready the cast and let it snap / We're always first to come in / we're running when we hit the ground / We never do leave early / stand sentry at the lost and found / We just make a little money / and we start that long walk into town / where we buy a little mercy
CHANNY (Hook)
CECIL So no more talk about the backfires / this time we fire back / Light a match and light the past up before it catches up / We'll raise a mast and cast off / Yeah, we'll break some legs and mend em / and then we'll take our casts off / Now, we've had our losses / We've had our victories / We've sat across from every victim of their misery / That pounding in our chests was just a symptom of our sympathy / We'll lay ourselves to rest with both our winnings and our injuries / We're so hungry / We're so thirsty / I'm gonna hunt until it hurts me (and it hurts me) / We're aching (aching) / We're so thirsty / But, we're gonna make a little money / ...and buy a little mercy
CHANNY (Hook)
CECIL (Hook)
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