Composer: Tyler Mitchell Blakslee, Mike Reed, Dan Jaquint, Jared Nisch, Michael Teager
Lyrics
This is a soft spot for the reckless
This is a ballad for the damned
I've seen so many sights of ruin
Can no longer get along with my common man
Housekeeper, the wolves are on the lawn again
And the doves
The doves are thundering around our heads again
Swing, hammocks of the lazy dead
And swing, chariots of the Wall Street set
Drunken scoundrels parade through the streets
Swing on, swing on
Bloody fists and ballerina feet
Say to hell with the ruin
They don't move to any piper's tune
They don't move
Roll call for the corpses
This is a roll call for all you damned
I've seen so many sights of ruin
I can no longer recognize the face of my common man
Housekeeper, the wolves are on the lawn again
And the thieves, the thieves are sleeping in our beds again
Say to hell with the wire
And down on No Luck Avenue
They will play the "Crooked Mercy Blues"
They won't move