Mercy Please

Mercy Please The Whistles and The BellsIf we are what we eat then my future it is scary For I have been scarfing down the pages of the devil’s dictionary In my veins there’s a potent cocktail of fear and worry That will show in my soul when the test results return from its autopsyI need just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please A beggar at your door, a beggar at your door I will always beWhen the henchmen of midnight march me up to the gallows and I stand accused with a noose around my neck in the shadows and my crimes fill the dark as the ringleader barks and he bellows And the whisper of hope cuts the burlap rope And steals all the ghetto king's gustoI need just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please A beggar at your door, a beggar at your door I will always be