"Low Rider" lyrics

Mercy was on speed the night
She sang to me about angels and machines
Gave her change for gasoline and map
To New Orleans and rosary that I didn't need
Yea yea...

Mercy's got a problem but its under control
She got shelter in her nations disease
Like company in hell she knows the room well
Hold your head back and close your eyes

I don't wanna watch you lose your holy war
To ghost you made of the world
Now we both know that you'll just come
And get me in my sleep

Mercy's got pills and a ways to New Orleans
And rosary that I didn't need
Ooh...

I don't wanna know where you really go
When you tell me you need to be alone
Angel dust don't blow away
And leave me all alone...

Arms open wide we burn our eyes...
It's in your eyes...