Mercy Me (UK version)

 

UK Version

Released November 25, 2005
Vagrant UK

1. Mercy Me
2. Private Eye (Acoustic)
3. Buried

Also on 7"

#1 (Limited, White)
A Side - Mercy Me
B Side - Crawl (acoustic)

#2 (Black)

A Side - Mercy Me
B Side - This Could Be Love (acoustic)

Matt Skiba : vocals, guitar
Dan Andriano : bass, vocals
Derek Grant : drums, vocals

 

 

 

Mercy Me

It's been a long day living with this
It's been a long time since I felt so sick
I took a long walk straight back home
I could've walked back to San Francisco
(I could’ve walked back to Chicago)
I used to long for time a lone
I used to long for a place of my own
Now I'm losing faith in everything
I'm lost, so lost I'm lost at sea you see
(I'm lost, so lost I'm lost without you)
I used to long for broken bones
I used to long for a casket to call my own
I never had a probably facing fear
But I'm done, over and out my dear and
Oh, mercy me, God bless catastrophe
'Cause there's no way in hell
We'll ever live to see through this so
Drive yourself insane tonight
It's not that far away and I just
filled up your tank earlier today

 

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Private Eye

[Live from acoustic London show May 11, 2005]

I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a london
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye

 

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Buried

I'm awake
It was a half bad dream
That was way too long
My whole life it seemed
That someone started digging me up
Turned my headstone into dust

The sun was swallowed by the trees
The night was here for good
You pulled my hand and my head up
You put oxygen into my blood
You walked me through the gates like we were visitors for the day
You laid me down in the back seat
And you drove till I woke up to hear you say

You never lie but it's no fun to tell the truth
I guess I never loved but I will see what I can do
Got so much life to waste that I would take my days and hand them to you

I'm awake
It was a half bad dream
That was way too long
My whole life it seemed
That someone started digging me up
Turned my headstone into dust

I know you never lie but it's no fun to tell the truth
I guess I never loved but I will see what I can do
Got so much life to waste that I would take my days and hand them to you

I know you never lie but its so hard to tell the truth
I guess I never loved but I will see what I can do
Got so much life to waste that I would take my days and hand them to you
To you.

 

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Crawl

[Live from acoustic London show May 11, 2005]

Waking up zeroed in on medicine
Am I waking up at all today
Seeing lights, I'm feeling pain
There's my cure on ice
I can walk but I will crawl there
I will crawl there
Sitting straight, I'm feeling faint
An exhausted smile screens my words
But I will hear them
Here's a phrase that we all know
But I can't make sense
I don't know words but I will hear them
I still hear them
Never ran away for the sake of scars
Tried not to move but she was armed
And shots were fired
Now a hole in the head of this wounded liar
Never had a drink that I didn't like
Got a taste of you, threw up all night
I got more sick
With every sour second rate kiss
Everything I never would miss again
I don't know who your boyfriend is
I don't care who your boyfriend is
I don't know

 

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This Could Be Love

[Live from acoustic London show May 11, 2005]

I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bright ideas involving London and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touch myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days

And i found you tongue tied
In my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a Fosters
I barely caught your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if i saw me
I swear it's not contageous
Swear to god it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one: slit my throat
Step two: play in my blood
Step three: cover me in dirty sheets
And run laughing out of the house
Step four: stop off at edgebrook creek
And rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one

I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of PCP I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if i saw me
I swear it's not contagious
Swear to god it's not contagious

Step one: slit my throat
Step two: play in my blood
Step three: cover me in dirty sheets
And run laughing out of the house
Step four: stop at lake michigan
And rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage you made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one

This could be love (love for fire)
This could be love (love for fire)
This could be love (love for fire)
This could be love
For London forevermore

Step one: slit my throat
Step two: play in my blood
Step three: cover me in dirty sheets
And run laughing out of the house
Step four: stop at berkeley marina
Rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one

 

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