Lyrics Marc Broussard

Marc Broussard

Mercy Mercy Me

Woah, ah mercy mercy me

Ah things ain't what they used to be, no

Where did all the blue skies go?

Poison is the wind that blows

From the north and south and east

Woah mercy, mercy me

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no

Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas

Fish full of mercury

Woah mercy, mercy me

Ah things ain't what they used to be

Radiation under ground and in the sky

Animals and birds who live nearby are dying

Woah mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me

Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no

What about this overcrowded land

How much more abuse from man can she stand?

Woah mercy, mercy

Oh my sweet love ooh

Woah oh...