Whatever, Mortal Lyrics
I am not ok 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)
It's not the way we planned
(Mercy)
I can't get with that
(Mercy)
I don't understand
(Mercy)
It's not the way we planned
(Mercy)
Need to bring that back
(Mercy)
I'm not down with that
I am 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
The common cold all-access-list