Am I with grown men or with little boys
You always stay in line
Women all dressed up in men's clothes
They are not like you and I
Mercy
Mercy Hill
The candle is burning so low for me
There's another fire burning for you
You'll soon be up on Mercy Hill
Both of us know that it's true
Mercy
Mercy Hill
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy Hill
Sweet day of reckoning
Sweet day of reckoning
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy Hill