First I’ll build a sword
Get some words to explain
It’s a plan, brother, at least
And I’ll pretend that everybody here wants peace
Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me
Cause we’re tired and lonely and we’re bloody
What have we done?
Why are we still running
From our own failing bodies?
The big guns, the big guns…
Sing mercy, sing mercy, sing mercy on me
Let’s pretend that everybody here wants peace