Mercy, hallelujah, 
 We’re [bad word] home 
 And I know what you’re thinking, 
 And I’d rather be alone 
 Sometimes when I’m nervous, 
 I’ll call you from my phone, 
 But [bad word]  if it kills me, darling, 
 I’d rather be alone 

 If this is how they planned it 
 Then I can’t, no, I can’t stand it- 
 How the lies were all we salvaged 
 We’re screwed 

 So don’t [bad word] me 
 Or throw me off the track, 
 ‘Cause just like Jesus Christ, you know, 
 I’m [bad word] back 

 Mercy, hallelujah, 
 We’re [bad word] home 
 But I know what you’re thinking, father; 
 I know that you know 

 If this is how they planned it 
 Then I can’t, no, I can’t stand it- 
 How the lies were all we salvaged 
 We’re screwed 

 When I turn my head to say goodbye, 
 And the walls are whispering their lies, 
 And the [bad word] won’t [bad word] to light, 
 We’re screwed 

 If this is how they planned it 
 Then I can’t, no, I can’t stand it- 
 How the lies were all we salvaged 
 We’re screwed 

 When I turn my head to say goodbye, 
 And the walls are whispering their lies, 
 And the [bad word] won’t [bad word] to light, 
 We’re screwed