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Wind's crawling throughWinter wants some warmingI feel like a thiefLooking for religionIn an unknown cityMakes breathing so Goddamn heavyIf one is hurtThe other will shortly followSpirit is injured firstAnd money your friends will borrowDying we're told is easySo why is living so Goddamn hard?I cried mercyThey gave me hallelujahI cried mercyThey gave me hallelujahYou can be the skeleton or the meatBehind there'll be your enemiesBetter than the key to your creedIs the cold affection of the sunSweat, blood, and waterSweat, blood, and waterI feel like money, look like moneySongtexteSin in being poor, no sin in being poorSin in being poor, no sin in being poorSweat, blood, and waterSweat, blood, and waterI feel like money, look like moneySin in being poor, no sin in being poorSin in being poor, no sin in being poorSong of the shirt is ?work, work, work"Song of the shirt is ?work, work?Song of the shirt is ?work, work, work?I cried mercyThey gave me hallelujahI cried mercyThey gave me hallelujahI cried mercyThey gave me hallelujahOh, mercyThey gave me hallelujahHallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Aus Songtexte Mania