Mother of mercy I heard you were there with the lights down low
And Father of the Nation why did you let your people down
When all that is shed still comes up behind you again
You with a rifle and me with a ball and chain
Let’s talk about guns after 26 years of this loneliness
Let’s talk about bombs when religion ain’t going your way
I’ve seen you build castles with licorice stains on your finger tips
But they all ran away when the walls would come crumbling down
Now here we are without grace
Now here we are in this place
I found a calm after staying indoors when the winter had come
You found a God after nights where you drank all that whiskey alone
You turned the heads of the Ministers trying to change their names
And I shut my mouth and always turned the other way
You brought out the blow torch when you couldn’t get a candle to light your way
I brought a knife to the fire drill for the people that went astray
We both have grown old with Licorice stains on our fingertips
When nothing gets clean, you just hope to get dirty again
Now here we are without grace
Now here we are in this place
Now here we are without grace
Now here we are in this place
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