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