Wind's crawling through Winter wants some warming I feel like a thief Looking for religion In an unknown city Makes breathing so God damn heavy If one is hurt The other will shortly follow Spirit is injured first And money your friends will borrow Dying we're told is easy So why is living so God damn hard? I cried Mercy They gave me Hallelujah I cried Mercy They gave me Hallelujah You can be the skeleton or the meat Behind there'll be your enemies Better than the key, to your creed Is the cold affection of the sun Sweat, blood and water! Sweat, blood and water! I feel like money, look like money Sin in being poor, no sin in poor Sin in being poor, no sin in poor Sweat, blood and water! Sweat, blood and water! I feel like money, look like money Sin in being poor, no sin in poor Sin in being poor, no sin in poor Song of 'the shirt' is "work, work, work" Song of 'the shirt' is "work, work" Song of 'the shirt' is "work, work, work" I cried Mercy They gave me Hallelujah I cried Mercy They gave me Hallelujah I cried Mercy They gave me Hallelujah I cried Mercy They gave me Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah