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The stars burn like fires in the sky Like restless meteorites Like spiraling satellites They go hurtling through the night In visions I see the crowds gather at my feet Then like armies in retreat They go running through the streets I see angels in the sky With multitudes of eyes Flaming swords at their sides On winged horses they ride I cry to the Lord above “This annihilation must be love!” Blood must end with blood The second coming of the flood
Behold Ye! 04:46
Behold Ye! These Philistines! See them crackin’ skulls in blackened pools of blood And watch not these wicked Argonauts! See them sweat and toil to leave their offerings in the soil and mud Just like that old brood of vipers throwing stones at the first disciples As you judge, judged you shall be! Behold Ye! These Pharisees! See them sew complaints among the fields of sainted love And best ye beware! Babel’s judgment chair! They deal in guilt and shame They take the name in vain of my God
Bootheel 03:09
I can feel the glory coming laced with fire and lightning I can hear my Lord a-comin’ His footsteps loud and frightening Is this the moment when I finally meet the Lord? Bootheel to sandal strap I’m here of my own accord Is this thy will? Be it thy will To choke down the truth in a thousand golden pills I can feel the glory coming laced with fire and lightning I can hear my Lord a-comin’ His footsteps loud and frightening Is this the time when all things must end? Pack up the Christmas tree I’ve got no more letters to send Is this then faith? Is this then faith? To look reason in its God-forsaken mouth and spit right in its face
I ain’t got the will to exist But I ain’t got the strength to resist How can I feel guilty when I ain’t never done a God damned thing? I ain’t got but a sliver of the sun And I’ve been knocked down, before the dance has even begun Why ain’t my horse breaking when I ain’t ever done? Why can’t I stop shaking? When I ain’t never been a God damned thing?
Bathsheba 05:07
I sit sighing on the roof I sit spying on the roof It was just my kind of luck to be there I got a pocket full of sand Binoculars in hand Pulling on the hair on my chest that God’s own fingers put there Bathsheba I’m yours The sharpened rays of dawn Dried the sweat from off my palm As hand o’er my brow I walked slowly My words were sacred vows Seem curses to me now As I put my hand upon you hard and holy Bathsheba I’m yours I can’t believe the mess we’re in I can’t believe


released March 6, 2017

Andy: Bass
Dave: Vocals, Guitar
Jon: Guitar
Tommy: Drums

Recorded by Jon Soucy and Lord Have Mercy On Us at Electroman Studios
Mastered by Jon Soucy


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Lord Have Mercy On Us is an apocalyptic roots punk band from Los Angeles.

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