
Cry Mercy Lyrics
- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:1987
Lyrics
At the last supper on Friday night
I'll get together with my boys, try to set things right
The market's down, there's people running scared.
My eyes are fire on a Saturday, as I read the market news.
I wanna cry out mercy, but my voice makes no sound
Look at them all the way down there, and look at me all the way up here
I'm just doing my job, how could I be to blame?
I'm gonna shut my eyes to the scenery, and my ears to the voices I hear
I'm gonna fly without mercy, so my voice rings out loud
Now I'm looking back, all the crowds are gone, how did I get into that scene?
I'm sure that it meant much more to me at the time
I'm gonna holiday on a beach somewhere, and visit friends once in a while
Until I die, it'll hurt me
To think no one knew I was around
At the last supper on Friday night
I'll get together with the boys, try to set things right
The market's down, there's people running scared
My eyes'll be fire on a Saturday, and I'll read the market news
I wanna cry out mercy, but my voice
Could ring out loud
Cry, makes no sound
Cry, makes no sound
Cry, makes no sound
Cry