I pick 'em for the queen
So many hours a week
I pick 'em when they're red
To make sure they are sweet
I cut 'em carefully
To make 'em safe to eat
But when i gave her them
She said to me:
I think i bit a cherry pit
While eating cherries that you picked
I could have choked, you must admit
Your punishment is banishment
And they say
That there's mercy in their ways
But there ain't
No there ain't, no way
They won't say
How they'd rather keep me alive
And away
Than dead in their face
I pick 'em for myself
And my family
I pick 'em while they're there
To make sure we can eat
We eat around the pits
Out in the wilderness
Now life is difficult
And dangerous
There's wild bears, evasive hares
There are no bustling markets here
I miss the tools, the solid roofs
I miss the town where there were rules
And they say
That there's mercy in their ways
But there ain't
No there ain't, no way
They won't say
How they'd rather keep me alive
And away
Than dead in their face
I came unhinged, i sought revenge
I used some bait and leather bands
The bear i tame will leave her maimed
And bite her bones without complaint
I won't claim
That there's mercy in my ways
'Cause there ain't
No there ain't, no way
When they take
Away everything but your name
You just may
You may go insane
And they say
That there's mercy in their ways
But there ain't
No there ain't, no way
When they take
Away everything but your name
You just may
You may go insane