Whatever, Mortal

I am not okay with this But here we are, nobody's dancing The Daily Mail or the Express Either way, nothing I fancy Mercy, mercy Mercy, mercy Across the great dismal abyss It takes an army We are no army We're not advancing Real trouble to exist You kept the change, I took the bills You are unhappy with the praise I guess you're still rising Mercy (I don't understand) Mercy (Just not the way we planned) Mercy Mercy (I can't get with that) Mercy (I don't understand) Mercy (Just not the way we planned) Mercy (Need to bring that back) Mercy (I'm not down with that) I'm not happy with the fix If it were fine, then why are we broken? I want to cover every kiss Make up for the mess Yearn for the power to resist The common cold-all-access list