Mercenary Territory (live at the Rainbow, London, England, 8/4/77)

Is it the lies? Is it the style?
It's a mercenary territory
Wish you knew the story
I've been out here so long dreaming up songs
I'm temporarily qualm-less and sinking
And I did my time in your rodeos
Been so long and I got nothing to show
Don't you know I'm plain loco
Fool that I am, I'd do it all over again

Is it the lies? Is it the style?
Or the days and the nights
The I'm sorry's and the fights
Oh, the fights

Some kind of man, he can't do anything wrong
If I see him, I'll tell him you're waiting
I'm devoted for sure, but my days are blurred
And my nights turn into your mornings
And I did my time in your rodeo
Fool that I am, I'd do it all over again

And I did my time in your rodeo
But the fool that I am, I'd do it all over again
Is it the lies? Is it the style?
Or the days and the nights
The I'm sorry's and the fights
Oh, the fights

And the fool that I am, you know I'd do it all over again
Oh, is it the style? Is it the lies?
Or the nights and the fights? Yeah, yeah