Oh God have mercy on me Oh oh (catch the devil, why) Hold me down under holy water I fear I been laying with the devil I been laying with the devil Oh oh (Exorcise the demon) Oh Lord won't you save me Save me from myself

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

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

Rosalie, my darling, Rosalie, my dream. Since one night when stars danced above, I'm oh, oh, so much in love, So Rosalie, have mercy. Rosalie, don't decline. Won't you make my life thrilling And tell me you're willing to be mine, Rosalie, mine.

It's not somewhere else One day at a time It holds us like a phantom The touch is like a breeze It shines its understanding See the moon smiling Open on all channels Ready to receive And we're not at the mercy

No angel of mercy Is gonna hear my call (oh no) To dry the tears that shall not fall I woke alone today For all the birds have flown Inside this empty house Which no longer feels like home Admidst life's killing fields of war This door of memories

Oh lord, have mercy on my soul For I have walked the sinful road Lord, have mercy on me, please So I'm gonna get down on my knees Beg forgiveness to help set me free Lord, have mercy on my soul That I'm down on my knees Jesus, I must confess

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no 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, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury

Oh beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife Who more than self, our country loved And mercy more than life America, America may God thy gold refine Til all success be nobleness And every gain divined And you know when I was in school We used to

I will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my