Robert Palmer - Have Mercy

What kind of power, What kind of demon is this Who kicks me out in shame, With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks. What kind of war is this, That I can't fight no more That leaves me weaponless, And nails me to the floor What kind of power, of powers. What kind of man-- Can make me turn and see The way I really am. Oh tell me who, oh who? Where have my brothers gone, Why I don't see them about They're all around him now. And keeping me out What kind of madness, of madness Go on and let him in, he's only asking for A simple job to do and nothing more; they said. But looking back I see this stranger had the key To any door he wished, with his eyes I say. What kind of majiks, of majiks What kind of man-- Can make me turn and see the way I really am. Oh tell me who, oh who? Go on and let him in, he's only asking for A simple job to do and nothing more; they said. Go on and let him in. Go on and let him in, he's only asking for A simple job to do and nothing more. But looking back I see this stranger had the key To any door.