Doomtree - Little Mercy lyrics

[CECIL] Now the candle's in the window and it's open We watch the flames duke it Out with every gust and we're hoping no, it must just burn to the bottom Of the wick It's the bottom of the 5th and that sh** is still burning [CECIL] We're still turning every table when it's needed Not laying there Defeated, no We draw our bows back repeatedly then off with the arrows, And the Gods and the Pharaohs From the bottom of our hearts we're from he bottom of the barrel cause peril knows no bounds and terror won't slow down but there's a whole low down of beauty to be shown now We broke Ground and broke our backs stacking bricks We never broke our promises; You'll never know just half of it We're adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy and when our work is done, then we'll call our shares Worthy In this land of milk and honey, we're too shy to say we're thirsty We just make a little money and we and we buy a little mercy [CHANNY] No more my lord No more my lord Lord I'll never turn back No more my lord [DESSA] If you welcome every trespa** then every tramp's a guest Give what they would take from you then every theft's a gift Hold too tightly to what's in your hands or in your chest And the future it won't open Palm reader's can't work fists Broken bones are stronger for the breaking No, the danger's in the bending Those concessions that you never can take back Curl you round a cane you're still in tact, but not quite lame Better to grit your teeth, ready the cast and let it snap We're always first to come in we're running when we hit the ground We never do leave early Stand sentry at the lost and found We just make a little money And we We start that long walk into town where we buy a little mercy [CECIL] So no more talk about the backfires this time we fire back Light a Match and light the past up before it catches up We'll raise a mast and cast off Yeah, we'll break some legs we'll mend em and then we'll take the casts off [CECIL & DESSA] Now, we've had our losses We've had our victories We've sat across from every victim of their misery That pounding in our chests was just a symptom of our sympathy And we lay ourselves to rest with both our winnings and our injuries We're so hungry We're so thirsty I'm gonna hunt until it hurts me (and it hurts me) And it's aching (it's aching) We're so thirsty But, we're gonna make a little money and we'll We'll buy a little mercy