I don’t want any mercy from the top of the stairs
I don’t want any mercy from the top of the stairs
All the people got out while there was still time
Laughing, it grew into something benign
Till the neck was stood up on the back of the hairs
And I don’t want no mercy from the top of the stairs

Can’t the dead be left alone to die in peace?
Can’t the dead be left alone to die in peace?
Cars and trucks fill lungs with lead
If you wish upon on a star you’d be offer bled
Man made hope is as rewarding as elbow grease
Can’t the dead be left alone to die in peace?

Nancy, Nancy, your lover fought on that hill
Nancy, Nancy, your lover fought on that hill
History books keep the reign up above
As clear blood scatters from a plastic dove
Pavlovian response, we all know the drill
But Nancy, Nancy, your lover fought on that hill

Send all human correspondence to foreign affairs
Send all human correspondence to foreign affairs
Untapped fears evolve into whales
Unconcerned about cake and all these tiny details
They feed off of you and they feed off of me
as we panic through all of our prayers
And I don’t want no mercy from the top of the stairs