Back porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday school
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he's better than you and me
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
Telling e
Low
Fuel the fire for war
It´s man against mankind
Bruises that they bear
Been beaten down with time
Innocent people suffer the loss
Your broken hope so close to the cross
Sometimes you just don´t know
How low... how low you can, go...
So low it´s sickening
Low... Low... show some mercy...
Hey you piece of shit
Just leave the kids alone
Why can´t you bear
The things that we endure
Innocent people suffer the loss
Lost hope with faith to the cross
Sometimes you just don´t know
How low... How low you can go
Show some sympathy
Low... Low... show some mercy
I don´t like you for your warped demented ways
I hope they lock you down so you never get away
Low... Low... show some sympathy
Low... Low.. show some mercy...