Mercy Down

There’s a dead canary in the coal mine

And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine

There’s an old man laughing in the backyard

Catching crooks and crickets in the bell jar

I’ve been waiting for my woman to relieve me

But she’s outside climbing on the oak tree

There’s a dead canary in the coal mine

And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine

Growing from a grapevine

Yea-ah, it’s getting biblical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy down

Yea-ah, it’s getting mythical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

Throw your mercy down

There’s a mad-man tapping at the window

With a pocket full of innuendo

There’s a joker poking at the doorbell

And a sparrow drowning in the inkwell

I’ve been waiting for my lover to relieve me

But they’re outside swinging from the oak tree

Swinging from the oak tree

Yeah, it’s getting biblical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy down

Yeah, it’s getting mythical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

There’s a tyrant on the throne

And a clown on every screen

Compelling us to stay at home

In this low-grade fever dream

But we’re gathering our strength

We’re becoming less afraid

That there’s hope for us in

This unholy mess we’ve made

Hey! It’s getting biblical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy down

Yeah, it’s getting mythical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

It’s getting biblical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy down

Yeah, it’s getting mythical now

You better pick your weapons up

And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

Throw your mercy down