Down in the alley, up against the wall
Too late for walking, and too proud to crawl
Yeah some needs just can't be satisfied
You raise your hands up to the empty sky
You cry
Have mercy, have mercy on my soul
Dealing tarot down in jackson square
Selling placebos like nobody cares
Back of the quarter looking for the dead
Collection plate with pistols at your head
You cry
Have mercy, have mercy on my soul
Beads in the summertime and hand grenades
Businessmen in strip clubs sippin' Ace of Spades
On every corner there's a cardboard sign
"Anything helps", But you can walk on by
You cry
Have mercy, have mercy on my soul
