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Ricky The Kid

1. Where the sun sets upon the hill,
On the brick mansions by the sea
That surrounded the playgrounds of hell
My country 'tis of thee.

Where we drank dreams - from a paper bag
And Jack Frost paints the sky in drag
Blood red and gold on a deep blue sea
On purple skies of majesty.

Chorus A

Ricky the Kid - he ain't no more
He's a casualty of the Social War
Some say he ran his life to hell.
Yeah, but me, I say, he slipped and fell.

A hole in his boat cut short his time
Now he's hanging with some friends of mine.
He washed up on God's Golden Shore
From a pool of blood in a jewelry store
Is there mercy for me?

2. I know it's hard to understand
From the viewpoint of a disciplined man
Who's never known the slight of hand
To be taught never to trust.

Where the kids run wild in the dark
And the bullets fly across the park
Where the kids play life like war
And the devil keeps the score.

Chorus B

Ricky the Kid - he ain't no more
The police came prepared for war
And Ricky got caught in the crossfire
And a bullet killed the man next door

When the smoke cleared, nobody won
Just a crazy kid with an empty gun
And a friendly fire casualty
Is there mercy for me?

Repeat verse #1

Is there mercy for me?