I'm a bit like a soldier In the way I wear no uniform And choose not to fight And fight all night For some other cause Have mercy I'm a bit like the gravedigger Who wields no shovel And digs no hole But leaves the bodies to rot In the places that they stand For some other cause Have mercy I'm a bit like the pack mule Carrying no load Into the canyons of your jive For some other cause Have mercy I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter Who drinks the iced tea you brought him Then eyes your backside as you leave For some other cause Have mercy I'm a bit like the peephole That falls in love with all the eyes That look through Watching major things unfold From minor flaws For some other cause Have mercy