Thank You, Pray

THANK YOU, PRAY - Written by Carroll Bryant

I live among those who say they worship Satan 

One, two, three and so the fucking money goes

Rich man builds his city full of cheap tricks 

Four, five, six and maybe seven are sold 

The days and nights are like opposites 

But from one another do they both exist 

Pain is sought from each others pleasure 

The bite that heals becomes a kiss

Ain't it funny how we beg for mercy? 

In a time of crisis, what do we say? 

Ain't it funny how we remember his name? 

Thank you, pray

Ain't it funny how we beg for mercy? 

In a time of crisis and we act that way

Ain't it funny how we remember his fame? 

Thank you, pray

I cling to life sometimes like I'm afraid to die 

Forgetting all that I was ever taught 

Centuries have unfolded before my very eyes

Sometimes I forget that I'm the one who's caught 

Angel that appears has left me a blessing

Looking back, was left but a curse

I suppose some like their salad without dressing 

I suppose things could be worse 

Ain't it funny how we beg for mercy? 

In a time of crisis, what do we say? 

Ain't it funny how we remember his name? 

Thank you, pray

Ain't it funny how we beg for mercy? 

In a time of crisis and we act that way

Ain't it funny how we remember his fame? 

Thank you, pray

I assume somewhere that our spirits are freelancing 

Though my conscious mind does its best to lie

Like a plug pulled straight out from its socket 

Where does all of that voltage like to hide?

I am one who must maintain a presence 

Standing undecided until it's time for me to leave 

The job of life is to find that perfect essence 

To which someday to make everyone believe in me 

Ain't it funny how we beg for mercy? 

In a time of crisis, what do we say? 

Ain't it funny how we remember his name? 

Thank you, pray

Ain't it funny how we beg for mercy? 

In a time of crisis and we act that way

Ain't it funny how we remember his fame? 

Thank you, pray