Mercy
We used to sit and watch the kids belly flop divin in the river.
Share a bottle a scrumpy by the neck, lie in the sun and you'd make me laugh.
Take of early and head on home to get dolled up for the Casino.
we'd head out lookin all shiny and new, we were Teddyboys we had to be cool,
later that night we'd go down to Mario's for fish and chips and vinegar,
a smile for the camera man got me and you in a photograph.
But time goes on and on and nothin beautiful lasts forever,
I know what you've done and what you've been through
I dont understand why you do what you do,
I give you my hand its a hand you can hold on to
MERCY, MERCY,
We drifted apart and you grew strange you were more into whisky then women.
The first time you got lifted you loved it, you wrote your own epitaph.
here lies a wanted man could'nt take the rules when they hit him.
here lies a man with an attitude and a polaroid shot of a hand he could hold onto
MERCY, MERCY.
The older you get the harder it bites, when you fight you go kamikaze.
It hurts so bad to see you fall back from your tender ways.
Now all you've got is in a police bag beside a row of walkie-talkies on the mantlepiece,
I know what you've done and what you've been through,
but I dont understand why you do what you do what you do,
I give you my hand its a hand you can hold onto
MERCY, MERCY, MERCY, MERCY
Share a bottle a scrumpy by the neck, lie in the sun and you'd make me laugh.
Take of early and head on home to get dolled up for the Casino.
we'd head out lookin all shiny and new, we were Teddyboys we had to be cool,
later that night we'd go down to Mario's for fish and chips and vinegar,
a smile for the camera man got me and you in a photograph.
But time goes on and on and nothin beautiful lasts forever,
I know what you've done and what you've been through
I dont understand why you do what you do,
I give you my hand its a hand you can hold on to
MERCY, MERCY,
We drifted apart and you grew strange you were more into whisky then women.
The first time you got lifted you loved it, you wrote your own epitaph.
here lies a wanted man could'nt take the rules when they hit him.
here lies a man with an attitude and a polaroid shot of a hand he could hold onto
MERCY, MERCY.
The older you get the harder it bites, when you fight you go kamikaze.
It hurts so bad to see you fall back from your tender ways.
Now all you've got is in a police bag beside a row of walkie-talkies on the mantlepiece,
I know what you've done and what you've been through,
but I dont understand why you do what you do what you do,
I give you my hand its a hand you can hold onto
MERCY, MERCY, MERCY, MERCY
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Writer(s): Stephen Andrew Booker, Aimee Ann Duffy
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