Well, you praise him, then you thank him
Until you reach the by-and-by
And Ive won hundreds at the track, but Im not betting on the afterlife

Then you kiss his lips; he forgives you for it
He forgives you for all youve done
But not me, Im still angry

What have I done?
Why am I always messing with
The big guns?

First, Ill build a sword, get some words to explain
Its a plan, brother, at least
And Ill pretend that everbody here wants peace

Have mercy, have mercy
Have mercy on me
Because were tired and lonely, and were bloody

What have we done?
Why are we [bad word] from our own failing bodies?
The big guns
The big guns

Sing mercy, sing mercy
Sing mercy on me
Lets pretend that everybody here wants peace

What have we done?
Why are we still chasing our own tails, [bad word] 
From the big guns?
The big guns