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 messin' 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 runnin?      from the big guns, the big guns, the big guns