Zigging like a refugee, zagging like an escapee,
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Fire in California, floods down in Texas,
Lord have mercy on me.
Storms in Puerto Rico and there ain't no exit,
For any escapee.
Shoot out in Vegas, like the Middle East,
Lord have mercy on me.
Hell on wheels looking for a feast,
Starving like an escapee.
Only prayer remains, when everything is gone,
Lord have mercy on me,
In a world of division, there ain't no rescue mission,
For any escapee.
When there is no plan A
There's is no plan B,
So many people today,
Running like a refugee.
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