Whatever, Mortal Songtext
von Lambchop

I am not okay with this
But here we are, nobody′s dancing
The Daily Mail or the Express
Either way, nothing I fancy

Mercy, mercy
Mercy, mercy

Across the great dismal abyss
It takes an army
We are no army
We're not advancing


Real trouble to exist
You kept the change, I took the bills
You are unhappy with the praise
I guess you′re still rising

Mercy (I don't understand)
Mercy (Just not the way we planned)
Mercy
Mercy (I can't get with that)

Mercy (I don′t understand)
Mercy (Just not the way we planned)
Mercy (Need to bring that back)
Mercy (I′m not down with that)


I'm not happy with the fix
If it were fine, then why are we broken?
I want to cover every kiss
Make up for the mess
Yearn for the power to resist
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