| Please watch over us, as we seek shelter from the rising tide
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| Blackwater is coming to take you away
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| Hey there, gilded holy roller
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| Pulpit preaching’s almost over
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| No more praying to your Father
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| Death is coming with blackwater
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| Blackwater now
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| Don’t let the tide take you away
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| With all the wicked games you play
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| When it comes time, you will see
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| Lord have mercenary on me
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| It’s the darkest morning after
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| I can hear your vile laughter
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| Commissioned soldiers, pay them well
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| And usher in these final hours
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| Final hours, yeah
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| Don’t let these times lead you astray
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| With all the wicked games you play
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| When it comes time, you will see
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| Lord have mercenary on
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| So it goes, you try to find
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| The struggle lasting through the night
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| When Blackwater holds you tight
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| You’re never going to live to see the light of day, and
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| Don’t let these times lead you astray
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| With all these wicked games they play
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| When it comes round, you will see
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| Only mercenary and me, and my family
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| Don’t you got your mercenary
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| And again I sing those sounds
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| Don’t you got your mercenary on me |