I was walking down Main Street just the other day
Thinking about Brian Jones and the final getaway
A man with a collar comes to see me
Saying son why do you greet me this way? What did I say?
Everybody needs mercy and a little touch of God
I was looking for mercy
And the strength to live on
You know these nurses are blue
And the sky’s turning black
And I can’t seem to get up off of my back
And I hear this voice that keeps calling
And I’m trying hard to stop falling his way — but that’s OK
Well everybody needs mercy and a little touch of God
I am looking for mercy
And the strength to live on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
and on
You tell me whose going to tell those kids
Whose gonna talk about the things we did
An who is gonna be there to turn them on
I got secrets born with the bomb
And just when I thought I’d take
A Hemingway shot
The F Scott in me says man you better not
And sometimes it’s so hard to remember
How very very Tender is the Night"
Don’t let it give you a fright
Well everybody needs mercy and a little touch of God
All looking for mercy
And the strength to live on and on and on an on and on and on and on and on and
on