Guitar, vocals, Cajon, snare, bass, trombone, tambourine

Lord, your love language is galaxies and flowers But you sure do like to curse up a storm And that storm rages on with every step we take Ambivalence pays and protects the norm

You say, "Blessed are the meek and the pure at heart Blessed are those who mourn." While down here, we see the gears of all we love and fear Are greased with the blood of the poor

Lord, we need a little mercy Lord, we need a little sympathy Lord, we could use a little mercy A little mercy is all we need

Fair or not fair, just thieves and vagabonds Ain't no reason for hanging around Petty crimes don't earn intervention Just another rip-off in another part of town

While down in the factory, the workers grow numb To the terrible sounds Red streaks wet the "freedom chutes" Just another murder in another part of town

Lord, we need a little mercy Lord, we need a little sympathy Lord, we could use a little mercy A little mercy is all we need

All the answers to our prayers seem to be "not now" Give us a call when you feel like coming down And when they get the camps ready I hope you'll stop by the pound

A Mighty Wind is blowing the smell of death across the land Permeating the hospital walls While up the road, they strike up the band Playing off key in their gilded halls

Private jets land just past the settlements Bringing in an influx of cash Roaring engines screaming all day long Raining fire from another crash

Lord, we need a little mercy Lord, we need a little sympathy Lord, we could use a little mercy A little mercy is all we need