Nick Cave-MERCY
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
Crying Mercy,have
mercy on me
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