The Big Guns

Well, you praise him, then you thank him Until 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 Because 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