Wind's crawling through
Winter wants some warming
I feel like a thief
Looking for religion
In an unknown city
Makes breathing so Goddamn heavy
If one is hurt
The other will shortly follow
Spirit is injured first
And money your friends will borrow
Dying we're told is easy
So why is living so Goddamn hard?
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
You can be the skeleton or the meat
Behind there'll be your enemies
Better than the key to your creed
Is the cold affection of the sun
Sweat, blood, and water
Sweat, blood, and water
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sweat, blood, and water
Sweat, blood, and water
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Song of the shirt is work, work, work"
Song of the shirt is work, work
Song of the shirt is work, work, work
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
I cried mercy
They gave me hallelujah
Oh, mercy
They gave me hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah