Jazz/Blues - Mercy Mercy Me | Текст песни

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Woah, oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows
From the north, east, south, and sea

Woah mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no no
Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury

Oh, oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no no
Radiation underground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying

Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land?
How much more abuse from man can she stand?

Oh, my sweet Lord
My my my my sweet Lord
My sweet Lord

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