Water For The Wicked - Robben Ford

All the misguided people

Have no place to rest

Given to their misdeeds

And driven from their best

And breakin' in to the midnight hour

A fire is in their breast

Water for the wicked

Water for the wicked

Just a drop to cool his tongue

The law will lower the hammer

From where will mercy come

So many burn with a fever

They’re lookin' for relief

Greed becomes a desert

And it makes a man a thief

His life becomes a gamble

His mind is filled with grief

Water for the wicked

Water for the wicked

Just a drop to cool his tongue

The law will lower the hammer

From where will mercy come

If we seek

Will we find

Find the childlike heart we left behind

There is the light from which all mercy comes

Water for the wicked

Water for the wicked

Just a drop to cool his tongue

The law will lower the hammer

From where will mercy come