Mercy — Nick Cave

I stood in the water In the middle month of winter My camel skin was torture I was in a state of nature The wind, sir, it was wicked I was so alone Just as I predicted My followers were gone

And I cried `Mercy' Have mercy upon me And I got down on my knees

Thrown into a dungeon Bread and water was my portion Faith - my only weapon To rest the devil's legion The speak-hole would slide open A viper's voice would plead Thick with innuendo Syphilis and Greed

And she cried `Mercy' Have mercy upon me And I told her to get down on her knees

In a garden full of roses My hands, tied behind me My cousin was working miracles I wondered if he'd find me The moon was turned toward me Like a platter made of gold My death, it almost bored me So often was it told

And I cried `Mercy' I cried mercy on me Cryind `Mercy' Have mercy on me