Have Mercy

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