Mercy on Your Slave (feat. Marc Sauve)

When I look into your eyes of stratospheric blue

I often wonder what's ever come over you

We lived a life of bliss in love's home on the range

But like the bison and the plains we've become estranged

You once served me you love on a silver plated dish

And you encouraged me to eat all that I wished

How was I to know as I was ruminating

Your type of love needs some refrigerating

Mercy, mercy on your slave

Now I must admit I influenced your ways

But I would never do what you're doing these days

Which is strutting your display in those jeans so tight

And running with the snorting creatures of the night

Well your humor is narcissistic and your kindness anorexic

And if I had an once of joy you would surely hex it

I don't mean to preach that your ways are wrong

But consider the seriousness of this song

Mercy, mercy on your slave

You always complain

You always complain

Complain, complain complain

Muck a muck mau mau

Muck a muck mau mau

Muck a muck mau mau

Muck a muck mau mau