Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The Wildhearts

Lyrics

Well, I've been around the towns and the cities
The clowns and fake titties, and the ass kissing idiots
Been shot down, flat broke and desolate
I've lost a few friends: suicide, heroin
How you gonna miss a guy you're never gonna see again?
I sure hope that they're all listening

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Well I lost my cash, and I lost my bed
Then I lost my soul to a bitch I wish I'd never had
Time in jail wasn't half so bad
Beaten by police and venereal diseases
I drank a whiskey river 'til my liver was in pieces
A few hard knocks don't mean I can be defeated

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?


The boy's alright, he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The Wildhearts

Lyrics

Well, I've been around the towns and the cities
The clowns and fake titties, and the ass kissing idiots
Been shot down, flat broke and desolate
I've lost a few friends: suicide, heroin
How you gonna miss a guy you're never gonna see again?
I sure hope that they're all listening

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Well I lost my cash, and I lost my bed
Then I lost my soul to a bitch I wish I'd never had
Time in jail wasn't half so bad
Beaten by police and venereal diseases
I drank a whiskey river 'til my liver was in pieces
A few hard knocks don't mean I can be defeated

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?


The boy's alright, he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The Wildhearts

Lyrics

Well, I've been around the towns and the cities
The clowns and fake titties, and the ass kissing idiots
Been shot down, flat broke and desolate
I've lost a few friends: suicide, heroin
How you gonna miss a guy you're never gonna see again?
I sure hope that they're all listening

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Well I lost my cash, and I lost my bed
Then I lost my soul to a bitch I wish I'd never had
Time in jail wasn't half so bad
Beaten by police and venereal diseases
I drank a whiskey river 'til my liver was in pieces
A few hard knocks don't mean I can be defeated

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?


The boy's alright, he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right

Unbroken

Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The Wildhearts

Lyrics

Well, I've been around the towns and the cities
The clowns and fake titties, and the ass kissing idiots
Been shot down, flat broke and desolate
I've lost a few friends: suicide, heroin
How you gonna miss a guy you're never gonna see again?
I sure hope that they're all listening

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Well I lost my cash, and I lost my bed
Then I lost my soul to a bitch I wish I'd never had
Time in jail wasn't half so bad
Beaten by police and venereal diseases
I drank a whiskey river 'til my liver was in pieces
A few hard knocks don't mean I can be defeated

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?

The boy's alright; he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need
Take what they want, you keep what you need

Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man
Ah, mercy. That kind of shit would kill a lesser man

It gets hard on the knees; I'm only aiming to please
What’cha gonna do in times like these?


The boy's alright, he can put up a fight
Believe it
And you can kiss my ass on the way out the door
When you're leaving
To try bringing this motherfucker down, ain't gonna be easy
I'm doing alright, believe me

That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right, I'm doing alright
That's right