The Big Guns

Well you praise him

Then you thank him

Til 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 everybody here wants peace

Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me

Cause 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