It's as bad as it has been
For over 20 years but then
I haven't been here all my life
And all the wells are going dry
All the bankers saying 'bye-bye, Mr. Gray,
We're glad we met
But no money yet.'
If I show my hands
Would you watch them bleed?
Long enough to prove they are indeed in need of mercy
In need of mercy
Dawn always breaks the noonday high
Shade rarely offers alibi
Or decent rest for such a man. If I think, I can
Try harder some might say that I'm smarter
But only God knows
Only God knows who I am
I try to laugh about it
I try not to cry about it
Mamma always hates it when I cry
What will it take to convince
This is just the road to excellence
Faith before the skeptic's eye
I need your mercy me I need your mercy, mercy me.