Two Weeks-a-Work, One Night-a-Love Songtext
von Ike Reilly

Work clothes, party clothes, funeral suit
Got nowhere to go, nothing to wear them to
I think I′ll put on my fighter shirt
And think about the days when I used to have work

I don't need no mercy
From your heaven above
I don′t need no mercy

Well I shaved my face and shinned my boots
I'm gonna head out and find something to do
Maybe the Riptide lounge, sit in the corner booth
And find me a stranger that looks like you

I don't need no mercy
From your heaven above
I don′t need no mercy

Well hungry men are begging me at the exit ramps
They got cardboard signs, they got filthy hands
Their hands held out and their heads bowed down
If I could I′d help them burn the whole town down


I got nobody to meet, no money to spend
Tonight I can't buy a homeless friend

I don′t need no mercy
From your heaven above
I don't need no mercy
Need two weeks of work and one night of love
Two weeks of work and one night of love

Well I′m standing outside the parish gates
It's a dark and silly ancient place
I wonder what they still do in there all day
I wonder if they party, I wonder if they pray

Hey boy get up off of your knees
Don′t waste none of your time praying on me
I don't need no mercy from some ghost above
Need two weeks of work and one night of love
Two weeks of work and one night of love

I don't need no mercy
From your heaven above
I don′t need no mercy
Need two weeks of work and one night of love
Two weeks of work and one night of love