Symphony 4: America's Mercy War

Mercy, have mercy on me, America you won't get no mercy. Mercy, have mercy on me, America,
do you believe in mercy?
Penance, I got a penance, but I got no God,
so I won't get no mercy.
Money, just makes you hungry.
America, there's your god...

I'm a lover like no other,
know how to get down on my knees, beggin,
till the morning sings.
Even if I board your ship, saunter up with a swollen
lip, bleary eyed and talkin' shit, easily we could lose our grip.
So mercy, mercy,
tell the whole world your wide story.
Mercy mercy, here's another allegory.
Mercy mercy, Lord Lord have mercy