Mercy - Generationals

I used to live in faith

But I have been burned and led astray

I had to turn my head away

Just to get some relief

I know some people say

That fortune favors the bold

Mercy prays for the old

But I don’t know what to believe

Ordinary voices carry every day

Fortunately, never let me get my way

I know what you did

I saw the way you treated the man

And when I needed a hand

You let me twist in the wind

You think I’m talking shit

And getting carried away

But I will be dead and buried away

Before I let you back in

Ordinary voices carry every day

Fortunately, never let me get my way

Turn the table

When she saw me

Lost a million

Origami

Tunnel vision

Isn’t funny

Listen to me

Give me money

Holy Thursday

Your apartment

You come to me with something more important

Broken promise

I’m too tired anyway