Medicine for wounds from our wicked, wicked ways.
Lyrics
Grapes of Wrath By Linda Faye Carson
I walked down a fiery path.
Gobbled up the grapes of wrath.
Filled my days and nights with dope.
Lost all care and lost all hope.
And I said: Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy on me.
I’m the kind to make a stand.
On the edge of this strange land.
I may look once, I may look twice…
but I’ve never taken good advice.
And I said: Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy on me.
A candle burning at both at ends.
Burns a foe, burns a friend.
It burns so bright it hurts the eyes.
It feels so good but too soon dies.
And I said: Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy on me.