Mercy

Ginger leans over and says
"Before you buy another drink
I'd like to take you to my car
And ride around the block, what do you think?"

Honey, don't you know that you're talking to a ghost?
She holds me in and smokes me down to the roach

Now here's a special one
Just stay in touch,
'Cause you know that you'll be missed
Wheat-Thin has already decided who is on her list

She tried to leave so that nobody would know it
This is your party, where do you think you're going?

Well it's getting kind of late and I must not be seeing straight
'Cause when I went to grab the check I ran into my ex again
Blondie was there with her dark black hair
I was giving it a rest when she told me how the mess began

Blondie don't you lay everything out on the table
We can talk it out inside the Tower of Babel

The camera takes our picture
As we gather around the old man
This will be less than a memory
But more than I can stand

A camera's just a tool for jealousy
At least a mirror can show mercy



Credits
Writer(s): William Wilkinson
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