[Verse 1] I got a ragtime for ya inside of my head Comin back to me now from the ages of the dead If Tom Waits could yodel and I bet that he can Way up inside his head I came it crawling back What do you do with the poison in your head Seeping and creeing in every single bed Dreams when you wake and you bake and you ache Every little try But you cant and you cry Mercy mercy over me Mercy mercy over me [Verse 2] Just a cowboy singing And Im trying all I can to wake the spirit and the soul And to place it in your head Take the holy bible and make you all libel To sing in every church and every bar and every land Like a blackjack dealer Im dealing out the cards You fumble with your soul and gamble with your lark But you cant get to heaven if its where you want to go You cant use fad You gotta gamble with your soul Gamble with your soul Gamble with your soul [Verse 3] No you cant go to church just to claim youve gotta soul You cant pay the piper with your silver and your gold You cant rub an eye from the burning inside its your soul calling ya So you better make a time for a date with the wild jungle apes Scratching and a grabbing in a wild jungle way You cant retire you gotta look em in the eye You gotta tango with your soul Dance with the fire You gotta dance with the fire [Verse 4] Well you could call yourself a Christian or a muslim or a jew You could call yourself a prophet or a liar or a fool But when the chips are on the table You cant use core you cant use fat You gotta gamble When the time draws near to lay down and die And the sun is setting fast on the last blue sky Will you say please will you say please Its too late friends All your mercy over me All your mercy over me
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