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 (wo-oah) You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy down Yea-ah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah) 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 (wo-oah) You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy down Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah) 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 (wo-oah) You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy down Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah) You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down It’s getting biblical now (wo-oah) You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy down Yeah, it’s getting mythical now (wo-oah) You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down Throw your mercy down