{title: No mercy for no king} {artist: Racoon} {time: 4/4} {tempo: 104} {key: Bbm} {meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06} {start_of_part: Intro} [Bbm] [Db/Ab] [Gb] [Bbm] [Ab] [Gb] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 1} [Bbm] she walks in and [Db/Ab]says: come on let's [Gb]have it [Bbm] she brings out the [Db/Ab]worst you can [Gb]be [Bbm] it's a good [Db/Ab]day for a bad [Gb]habit [Bbm] don't you [Db/Ab]dare to disa-[Gb]gree (she likes to surf a-[Bbm]lone) {end_of_verse} {start_of_verse: Verse 2} [Bbm] cheap ass that [Db/Ab]thinks he's something [Gb]groovy [Bbm] straight down from [Db/Ab]church, you wanna [Gb]bet [Bbm] she'll play him [Db/Ab]like some kinda [Gb]movie [Bbm] and then smoke the [Db/Ab]last of his ciga-[Gb]rettes {end_of_verse} {start_of_chorus: Chorus 1} she's got no [Ebm]mercy for the [Ab]soldiers, no [Bbm]mercy for the king no [Ebm]mercy for the [Ab]soldiers, no [Bbm]mercy for the king no [Ebm]mercy for the [Ab]soldiers, no [Bbm]mercy for the king no [Ebm]mercy [Ab]for [Adim]no [Bbm]king {end_of_chorus} {start_of_verse: Verse 3} [Bbm] she picks his [Db/Ab]heart like it's a [Gb]pocket [Bbm] she wears her [Db/Ab]hair like it's a [Gb]crown [Bbm] she sees straight [Db/Ab]through all his com-[Gb]posing [Bbm] she'll hold the [Db/Ab]leash, good dog stay [Gb]down {end_of_verse} {chorus: Chorus 2} {start_of_part: Bridge} [Db] oh there [Ab/Db]won't be any [B/Db]mercy [Gb/Db] [Db] not un-[Ab/Db]less you got a diamond [B/Db]ring [Gb/Db] [Db] oh no there [Ab/Db]won't be no ex-[B/Db]cuse me [Gb/Db] no [Db/Ab]mercy for the king or every-[Ab]thing {end_of_part} {chorus: Chorus 3 (x2)}