Mr. World War III Lyrics

Please, Mr. World War Three

Have some mercy

The sea's as black as it can be

Filled to the top with greed

But I'm praying to the god of peace

To send some of his sweet relief

To those of whom have no belief

Whose hearts are willing but flesh is weak

Did we sell our souls?

Just to miss the goals

And I'm still growing old

Closer to the streets of gold

Or so I'm told

But I don't know if the pearly gates protect the homes

Of the ones the lord holds near

Whether through faith or bound by fear

She had one black eye called depression

That's an easy fix for most Christians

When you can hide behind your ambitions

Or pay it off through the collections

There are more and more distractions

But not enough to hide the profit margins

Did she sell her soul?

Just to make sales goals

We're still growing old

Closer to the streets of gold

Or so I'm told

But I don't know if the pearly gates protect the homes

Of the ones the lord holds near

Whether through faith or bound by fear

Please, Mr. World War Three