Mercy Lyrics - The Triffids

Where do you think she's going, boy? 

That's correct sir, under your skin 

Old lovers, she's forgetting their names now 

Her name is Mercy, and you're out on a limb 

She picks your letter up, spits it out again 

Drops it into the paper shredder 

She's seventeen, and she's tasted your blood, boy 

Already she's feeling, feeling so much better 

Rich man wants to be young again 

Young man, well he wants... to be rich 

You want Mercy 'cos she takes you to church 

You want Mercy 'cos she scratches your itch 

Rich man wants to be young again 

Young man, well he wants... to be rich 

You want Mercy 'cos she takes you to church 

You want Mercy 'cos she scratches your itch 

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Where do you think she's going, boy? 

Where do you think she's going, boy? 

Where do you think she's going, boy? 

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