| «Mercy, mercy,» why didn’t we hear it?
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| «Mercy, mercy,» why did we read it
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| Buried on the last page of our morning papers?
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| The plan was drafted, drafted in secret
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| Gunboats met the red tide
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| Driven to the rum trade
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| For the army that they created
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| But the bullets were bought by us
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| It was dollars that paid them
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| Please forgive us
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| We don’t know what was done
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| In our name
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| There’ll be more trials like this in mercenary heydays
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| When they’re so apt to wrap themselves up
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| In the stripes and stars and find that they are able
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| To call themselves heroes
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| To justify murder
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| By their fighters for freedom
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| Please forgive us
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| We don’t know what was done
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| Please forgive us, we didn’t know
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| Could you ever forgive us?
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| I don’t know how you could
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| I know this is no consolation
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| Please forgive us
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| We didn’t know
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| Could you ever believe that
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| We didn’t know?
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| Please forgive us
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| We didn’t know
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| I wouldn’t blame you
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| If you never could |