When you drive a nail through all that's good
The carpenter becomes the wood
If my concentration sounds like wreckage
It's 'cause I got a new feeling every thirty seconds

We put a monkey up in space
And I know exactly how he felt
Looking at a latticework of stars
Missing his brothers back home too much for a postcard

Mercy, have we gone too far?
Who put all these criminals in charge?
Did they win or just hold all the cards?
I'm leaving my place in LA; I'm gonna live in my car

Surgery girls from the USO
Flown farm-fresh, pure as snow
Hand me that flask; I just can't take it
She had the eyes of my mom but she was turning me on, now I'm fading

I got duct tape all around my heart
I got a satellite dish to julienne my mind
Two hundred channels, nothing's on
But those network news can make your eyes see blonde

Mercy, have we lost our way?
Did we come down the ladder from the apes?
Will the beard of the prophet be assuaged?
I was putting my shit in the car when the 'copters came
They put a monkey in the White House
And his uncle in the movies
Now, the real monkey wants a recount
He just couldn't believe they were his own family with those values

Mercy, pick up your guitar
We'll need a lot of heroes for this war
(Pick up your guitar)
Will the last band please bring the flag?
'Cause no one's rocking the boat and some kids here say they want to dance