Little Mercy Video (MV)

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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 fifth 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, too shy to say we're thirsty
We just make a little money and we
And we buy a little mercy (no more)
My Lord
No more
My Lord
I'll never turn
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 fifth 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 reader's can't work fists
Broken bones are stronger for the breaking
No, the danger's in the bending
The concessions that you never can take back
Curl you round a cane, you're still in tact, 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
And we'll buy a little mercy

No more
My Lord
No more
My 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 fifth and that shit is still burning