Your God of mercy, seems like no God at all
Nobody cares and everything is permitted
But the days when I think that God might be just
Are the days when you'll find that my pants have been shitted

The pendulum swings
Like England used to
First burn the Prods
And then kill the Papists
Now it's judgment for the torturers
Judgment for the killers
Judgment for the judges
And judgment for the rapists

But have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I had them thoughts, I just
Lacked the opportunity
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I had them thoughts I just lacked the opportunity

It was Zarathustra in his cave
Zarathustra meets the hermit
Could it be that this old man
Could it be that this old monk
Has not heard the news?

Your God of mercy seems like no God at all
Nobody cares and everything is permitted
But the days when I think that God might be just
Are the days when you'll find that my pants have been shitted

Well, the pendulum swings like England used to
Libel to Jews and make war on the Moslems
Now it's judgment for the Presidents
Judgment for the Imams
And all your kings-equivalent who are pawns of the darkness

But have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I had them thoughts I just lacked the opportunity
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I had them thoughts I just lacked the opportunity

It was Zarathustra in his cave
Zarathustra meets the hermit
Dylan and Eric in the lunchroom
Could it be that this old monk
Has not heard the news?

I'm gonna hit the gas on my mechanical camel
Point it down the road at the needle's eye
There'll be shattering of glass and shearing of metal
If I aim just right I'll make heaven on the fly

But have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I had them thoughts I just lacked the opportunity
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I had them thoughts I just lacked the opportunity

Have mercy on me.