The Big Guns Lyrics

Well, you praise him, then you thank him

Until you reach the by-and-by

And I've won hundreds at the track, but I'm not betting on the afterlife

Then you kiss his lips; he forgives you for it

He forgives you for all you've done

But not me, I'm still angry



What have I done?

Why am I always messing with

The big guns?



First, I'll build a sword, get some words to explain

It's a plan, brother, at least

And I'll pretend that everbody here wants peace

Have mercy, have mercy

Have mercy on me

Because 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



What have we done?

Why are we still chasing our own tails, and running

From the big guns?

The big guns

The big guns