Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music
Merciful 66
(Mat d.)
June 28, 2008
copyright 2008 Mathew deRiso Mary Moe Music-Music Works
Once a transient soul from an age of tobacco and cotton
I'm the last refugee off the trail of the dead and forgotten
til my blood turns to oil or I've traded the truth for religion
as the spirits of death haunt the faint yellow lines with precision
If the headlights shine out with the crude blinding light of forgiveness
on that cold desert drive with the Devil as my only witness
I'll be whispering prayers to the hum of that terrible engine
til the last exit sign reveals something divine or that perilous ride
turns to mission of mercy (Oh, Lord)
Dig a grave in the ditch on the banks of old Route 66
trade my graments for coal and your love for transgression
at the end of the road I'll forget all the trouble I've known
where that merciful line bares the mark of eternal damnation
Dig a grave in the ditch on the banks of old Route 66
trade my graments for coal and your love for transgression
at the end of the road I'll forget all the trouble I've known
where that merciful line bares the mark of eternal damnation
where that merciful line bares the mark of eternal damnation
where that merciful line bares the mark