Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Mercy, artist - Doomtree.
Date of issue: 30.01.2012
Song language: English
Little Mercy |
Now the candle’s in the window and it’s open |
We watch the flames duke it out |
With every gust and we’re hoping |
No it must just burn |
To the bottom of the wick |
It’s the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning |
We’re still turning every table when it’s needed |
Not laying there defeated |
No, we draw our bows back repeatedly |
Then off with the arrows |
And the Gods, and the Pharaohs |
From the bottom of our hearts |
We’re from the bottom of the barrel |
Cause peril knows no bounds |
And terror won’t slow down |
But there’s a whole low down of beauty to be shown now |
We broke ground |
And broke our backs stacking bricks |
We never broke our promises |
You’ll never know just half of it |
We’re adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy |
And when our work is done |
Then we’ll call our shares worthy |
In the land of milk and honey |
We’re too shy to say we’re thirsty |
We just make a little money and we… |
We buy a little mercy |
No more my lord |
No more my lord |
Lord I’ll never turn back |
No more my lord |
Now the candle’s in the window and it’s open |
We watch the flames duke it out |
With every gust and we’re hoping |
No it must just burn |
To the bottom of the wick |
It’s the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning |
If you welcome every trespass |
Then every tramp’s a guest |
Give what they would take from you |
Then every theft’s a gift |
Hold too tightly to what’s in your hands or in your chest |
And the future, it won’t open |
Palm readers can’t work fists |
Broken bones are stronger for the breaking |
No, the danger’s in the bending |
Those concessions that you never can take back |
Curl you round a cane you’re still intact |
But now quite lame |
Better to grit your teeth |
Ready the cast and let it snap |
We’re always first to come in |
We’re running when we hit the ground |
We never do leave early |
Stand sentry at the lost and found |
We just make a little money and we… |
We start that long walk into town |
Where we buy a little mercy |
No more my lord |
No more my lord |
Lord I’ll never turn back |
No more my lord |
So no more talk about the backfires |
This time we fire back |
Light a match and light the past up before it catches up |
We’ll raise a mast and cast off |
Yeah, we’ll break some legs, we’ll mend em |
And then we’ll take the casts off |
We’ve had our losses |
We’ve had our victories |
We’ve sat across from every victim of their misery |
That pounding in our chests |
Was just a symptom of our sympathy |
We’ll lay ourselves to rest |
With both our winnings and our injuries |
We’re so hungry |
We’re so thirsty |
I’m gonna hunt until it hurts me |
And it hurts me… |
And it’s aching |
It’s aching… |
We’re so thirsty |
We’re gonna make a little money and we’ll… |
We’ll buy a little mercy |
No more my lord |
No more my lord |
Lord I’ll never turn back |
No more my lord |
Now the candle’s in the window and it’s open |
We watch the flames duke it out |
With every gust and we’re hoping |
No it must just burn |
To the bottom of the wick |
It’s the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning |