Wind’s crawling through
Winter wants some warming
I feel like a thief
Looking for religion
In an unknown city
Makes breathing so God damn heavy
If one is hurt
The other will shortly follow
Spirit is injured first
And money your friends will borrow
Dying we’re told is easy
So why is living so God damn hard?
I cried Mercy
They gave me Hallelujah
I cried Mercy
They gave me Hallelujah
You can be the skeleton or the meat
Behind there’ll be your enemies
Better than the key, to your creed
Is the cold affection of the sun
Sweat, blood and water!
Sweat, blood and water!
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in poor
Sweat, blood and water!
Sweat, blood and water!
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in poor
Song of ‘the shirt’ is “work, work, work”
Song of ‘the shirt’ is “work, work”
Song of ‘the shirt’ is “work, work, work”
I cried Mercy
They gave me Hallelujah
I cried Mercy
They gave me Hallelujah
I cried Mercy
They gave me Hallelujah
I cried Mercy
They gave me Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah