(Kick it)

Mr. Windfield, favors up

Have mercy

Hell, lately I've been living way too damn fast

This successful life I'm leading is bound to kick my ass

My gold and platinum records just pay my gold card bills

My whisky drinkin' Cadillac in two story house on the hill

But it's hell (But it's hell)

It's hell (It's hell)

And it's twisted (And it's twisted)

It's twisted (It's twisted)

Oh, nobody have mercy on me

Mercy on my soul

I lived the life of a million men

But, I ain't even thirty years old, no

Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep it's time I go

Hell, I've been talking to myself about living this smoke screen haze

Well, Mr. Fag, let me tell you son, that is the price you've got to pay

But it's hell (But it's hell)

It's hell (It's hell)

And it's twisted (And it's twisted)

It's twisted (It's twisted)

Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me

Mercy on my soul

I lived the lives of a million men

Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no

Gotta keep on, keep on, keep it's time I go

I do it to myself every day, every night

Hell (Hell)

More hell (More hell)

It gets twisted (Twisted)

Ooh, twisted

Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me

Mercy on my soul

I lived the lives of a million men

Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no

So, maybe baby, have mercy on me

Can you feel me in your soul?

I've been by your side, fourteen long years

And I ain't even thirty years old, no

Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep it's time I go

Fuck!