When Angels Have No Mercy

The devil's got a place for the liar and the cheat

But the angels have no mercy for the poor folks on the street

Who cry because they're shoeless next to the man who has no feet.

Everything is gravy when you've had enough to eat.

(chorus)

Live it up and play it down and watch it go away

all you got is nothin' when el Muerte comes to play

(bridge)

Can you feel for the people

under a scrap tin roof in the shadow of the steeple?

Hark the Golden Bells, the crown of the sacred real estate

What else could be done with coins in the silver plate?

Bernie made a fortune milkin' everybody's trust

But he won't pay the price until his bones have turned to dust.

Locked up with molesters, killers and the spies

He'll never be homeless like the marks of his lies