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​The Mercy Beat

This song is by The The and appears on the album Infected (1986).

There's a high wind blowin', & the stars are shining bright,
Oh what a night, this is gonna be--
I think I'll let the world sleep without me.
I got one eye open, one eye closed.
And my thin body's trembling beneath the bedclothes,
My hearts beatin' against the roof of my mouth
--It's almost time to get out of this house.

I got one hand on the radio, one hand on the wheel,
I got my right foot on the floorboard,--
And I'm preparing to kill or be killed.

There's a high wind blowin', & the stars are shining bright.
And the rain upon the tarmac,
--Helps me sail through the traffic lights,
I'm heading down to the dock of the bay,
--To feel the power of the waves,
I'm gonna move up close to that wind,
And wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings.

Y'see I'm stuck between hell and the deep blue sea,
And I know that water's sucked under better man than me,
I was just another western guy,
--With desires that couldn't be satisfied,
So one day, I asked the angels for inspiration,
--But the devil bought me a drink,
And he's been buying them ever since,
He's had the liquor on my tongue
--Feel like the sea upon the sand,
He's had me signing confessions
--From this shaking hand,
He's had me struggling to hang onto hope--
Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat
With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat,
And my dog eared bible lost--overboard

Y'see he tricked me into temptation,
So I've tricked him into this confrontation,
I never said I was the man I appeared to be
Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity.
Or the soul on fire--scribbling thoughts for posterity.

I'm gonna have little lucifer, runnin' off to purgatory,
--With his tail between his legs,
I'm gonna teach him a lesson
--He ain't ever gonna forget.
All the vultures and crows are fixin up some tombstones
But they won't be chewing the meat off my bones.

There's a high wind blowin' and the stars are shining bright.
Me and him are gonna have a little knife fight,
--In the bowels of the big city skyline,
Oh this feelin' inside runs dark and deep
--Tonight my hearts not thumping
--A Mercy Beat


I was just another western guy,
With desires that couldn't be--satisfied.