Mercy on judgment, Lord Downpressor man, where you gonna run to? Run to the Lord, Lord, what you hidin'? Oh, along that day I wouldn't like to be a flea, under your collar, man Oh, along that day, sad day Tell me, downpressor man, where you gonna run to?

Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me When I think about how she do me, The tears fall down like rain, like rain I'm goin' down to the bus station With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am Sometimes

All guns, all guns blazing Twisting the strangle grip Won't give no mercy Feeling those tendons rip Torn up and mean Blastmaster racks the ground Bent on survival Full throttle hammers down A deadly scream

Lord have mercy, got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn't have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long, Tryin' to keep us six

This is not, this is not I'm just saying boy Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me

I pray the king shows you his mercy For shame, for the Revolution Hear ye, hear ye my name is Samuel Seabury And I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the continental congress Heed not the rabble who scream revolution They have not your interests

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

You should have told me, Lucy That's a long time How do you do, Lucy? You sure been hard to find I heard you had a daughter six years old And I just can keep from crying Six years and Lucy Lord, have mercy Is she pretty? Has she grown?

Erase this monster I've become Forgive me for all the damage done It's not over Say it's not over I'm begging for mercy I'm only the monster you made me (Far away through the pain Take a good look at me now I hear the angels calling)