Little Mercy - Doomtree

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