Lambchop Whatever, Mortal
I am not ok with this
But here we are
Nobody's dancing
The Daily Mail or the Express
Either way
Nothing I fancy
Mercy
Across the great dismal abyss
It takes an army
We are no army
We're not advancing
Real trouble to exist
You kept the change
I took the bills
You are unhappy with the praise
I guess you're still rising
Mercy
I don't understand
Mercy
It's not the way we planned
Mercy, Mercy
I can't get with that
Mercy
I don't understand
Mercy
It's not the way we planned
Mercy need to bring that back
Mercy
I'm not down with that
I am not happy with the fix
If it were fine
Then why are we broken
I want to cover every kiss
Make up for the mess
Yearn for the power to resist
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