Surely there'll be mercy
Well surely there'll be mercy
But firstly like a bird perched in a birch tree they will chirp me
I'm a country bumpkin slumping drunk and bumping into something
Like a little kid or something, guess I gotta live for something
I used to live for nothing
Kicking up a fit for nothing
I used to take what I could get which isn't shit for nothing
Surely there'll be mercy
Well surely there'll be mercy
But firstly like birds perched in a birch tree they will chirp me
I'll be fine
I'll be fine by and by
I'll be fine by and by, let the circle divide
Get the purple mixing blue and red, you know what I mean?
Means I mean for the ends and then pretend to be sweet
I'll be fine
I'll be fine by and by
I'll be fine by and by, let the circle divide
Get the purple mixing blue and red, you know what I mean?
Means I mean for the ends and then pretend to be sweet