They built cathedrals for the glory and the fame While the kids down in the streets Are dying in it's name They try to hide away the truth from you and me Must we be blind to see? Sometimes life means misery A little mercy, oh mercy
A little mercy A little mercy, oh mercy
A little mercy Golden hills and silver street made out of sweat and blood In times of liberty
Sitting pretty in a tower full of light The wheel of fortune on their side
Are they deaf for the song that the people sing? A little mercy, oh mercy A little mercy A little mercy, oh mercy A little mercy And the wind will blow away what the children voices pray
When the sun is going down in a sea of misery Alone with their fears They need more than our tears when the sun is going down A little mercy, oh mercy
A little mercy A little mercy, oh mercy A little mercy - For the souls crying to be understood.
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