Wind's crawling through
Winter wants some warming
I feel like a thief

Looking for religion
In an unknown city
Makes breathing so Goddamn heavy
If one is hurt
The other will shortly follow
Spirit is injured first
And money your friends will borrow
Dying we're told is easy
So why is living so Goddamn hard?

I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah

You can be the skeleton or the meat
Behind there'll be your enemies
Better than the key to your creed
Is the cold affection of the sun

Sweat, blood, and water
Sweat, blood, and water
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor

Sweat, blood, and water
Sweat, blood, and water
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor

Song of the shirt is “work, work, work"
Song of the shirt is “work, work”
Song of the shirt is “work, work, work”

I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
Oh, mercy
They gave me hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

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