Cry Mercy

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?