4. Water for the Wicked 4: 23
(Robben Ford­Michael McDonald)

All the misguided people
Have no place to rest
Given to their misdeeds
And driven from their best
And breakin' in to the midnight hour
A fire is in their breast

Water for the wicked
Water for the wicked
Just a drop to cool his tongue
The law will lower the hammer
From where will mercy come

So many burn with a fever
They're lookin' for relief
Greed becomes a desert
And it makes a man a thief
His life becomes a gamble
His mind is filled with grief

Water for the wicked
Water for the wicked
Just a drop to cool his tongue
The law will lower the hammer
From where will mercy come

If we seek
Will we find
Find the childlike heart we left behind
There is the light from which all mercy comes

Water for the wicked
Water for the wicked
Just a drop to cool his tongue
The law will lower the hammer
From where will mercy come