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