Mercy - The Jazz Butcher

She steps right off the pages of a book that’s long been banned

And into the saloon bar, where I’m waiting for my man

It’s ludicrous.

She’s luminous.

I can’t stay in the room

The pathology of passion says that I shall be consumed

She’s everything you think you want, perhaps a little more

As far away as China, with three bolts upon the door;

The first of these is reason, the second bolt is time

The third one’s self-destruction, but that part suits me fine

Fishy no — don’t do this, because you won’t get through this

You’ve already let this pass you by.

My, my

Fishy no — don’t do this, because you won’t get through this

She’s already let you pass her by.

My, my

Oh, Mercy, there’s no beauty without cruelty