A Soupçon of Mercy Lyrics

Life hides in the blind

And then we get nutted

You were so unkind

Before I was gutted

I seek the mastermind

But he is off rutting

I'm starting to unwind

I'd just prefer to cut it

I wanna get my ass kicked

In my old neighborhood

I'm not looking for much

I'm just hoping that it feels good

A bit melancholy

Yeah it's kind of my brand

If I can find that newer me

With that fist clenched in his good hand

Let there be no confusion

I don't suffer from delusion

Where you might see intrusions

I welcome the illusion

How'd we end up here?

Mmmm how'd we get back here

Saigon is so long from here

Around the world just to end back here

Hey, oh, it's the way that theses things go

We made a choice or two and we just as quickly blow it

Some times, a little is enough

When that cold wind's blowing and the times are lean and too tough

I took the White Horse Pike to Monopoly City

It was winter time when the desperate look less pretty

Barefoot was a bad idea this sand is cold and gritty

Can I ask for much in this town that lost its pity

I've been digging through the past trying to make some sense

I know I'll never find it here on this seagull shitted bench

The ocean's been my oracle off season here in Jersey

I'm not looking for much you know, just a soupçon of mercy

A man fell into view just a little further down

Standing on the boardwalk, kept his eyes fixed on the ground

He said he was a former, disconsolate croupier

The world his if he wanted and asked for it yesterday

Yesterday

I moved further down where I could hear the ocean's sound

"I'd jump in there with you if I thought that you might drown"

I said, "say what you want to say and leave me to my angst

You can have these dead sand dollars I found along the banks"

But

How'd we end up here?

Manhattan's not so far from here

Around the world just to end back here

Salvation is so far from here

Yo yo, it's the way that theses things go

We made a choice or two and we very quickly blow it

Some times, a little is enough

When that cold wind's blowing and the times are lean and too tough

"Easy," he says to me and I swear that he tut tutted

"My story's not original but yours and mine abutted"

He grew a bit more passionate as he faced down his demons

He squared himself in front of me and then he started screaming

"I've been gutted; I've been nutted, like you

And you will be too"

The ocean as an oracle off season here in Jersey

I ain't looking for much you know

Just a soupçon of mercy