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