Little Mercy

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 he bottom of the barrel
 Cause peril knows no bounds
 And 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
 And we buy a little mercy
 No more my lord
 No more my lord
 Lord I'll never turn back
 No more my lord
 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 not 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
 We start that long walk into town where we buy a little mercy
 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 we'll mend em and then we'll take the 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
 And we 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)
 And it's aching (it's aching)
 We're so thirsty
 But, we're gonna make a little money and we'll
 We'll buy a little mercy