Shayfer James - Mercy Down lyrics
[Shayfer James - Mercy Down lyrics]
There’s a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine
There’s an old man laughing in the backyard
Catching crooks and crickets in the bell jar
I’ve been waiting for my woman to relieve me
But she’s outside climbing on the oak tree
There’s a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine
Growing from a grapevine
Yea ah, it’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yea ah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down
There’s a mad man tapping at the window
With a pocket full of innuendo
There’s a joker poking at the doorbell
And a sparrow drowning in the inkwell
I’ve been waiting for my lover to relieve me
But they’re outside swinging from
The oak tree
Swinging from the oak tree
Yeah, it’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
There’s a tyrant on the throne
And a clown on every screen
Compelling us to stay at home
In this low-grade fever dream
But we’re gathering our strength
We’re becoming less afraid
That there’s hope for us in
This unholy mess we’ve made
Hey! It’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
It’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down
And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine
There’s an old man laughing in the backyard
Catching crooks and crickets in the bell jar
I’ve been waiting for my woman to relieve me
But she’s outside climbing on the oak tree
There’s a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine
Growing from a grapevine
Yea ah, it’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yea ah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down
There’s a mad man tapping at the window
With a pocket full of innuendo
There’s a joker poking at the doorbell
And a sparrow drowning in the inkwell
I’ve been waiting for my lover to relieve me
But they’re outside swinging from
The oak tree
Swinging from the oak tree
Yeah, it’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
There’s a tyrant on the throne
And a clown on every screen
Compelling us to stay at home
In this low-grade fever dream
But we’re gathering our strength
We’re becoming less afraid
That there’s hope for us in
This unholy mess we’ve made
Hey! It’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
It’s getting biblical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah)
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down