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I stood in the water |
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In the middle month of winter |
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My camel skin was torture |
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I was in a state of nature |
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The wind, sir, it was wicked |
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I was so alone |
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Just as i predicted |
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My followers were gone |
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And i cried `mercy' |
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Have mercy upon me |
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And i got down on my knees |
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Thrown into a dungeon |
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Bread and water was my portion |
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Faith - my only weapon |
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To rest the devil's legion |
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The speak-hole would slide open |
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A viper's voice would plead |
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Thick with innuendo |
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Syphilis and greed |
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And she cried `mercy' |
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Have mercy upon me |
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And i told her to get down on her knees |
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In a garden full of roses |
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My hands, tied behind me |
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My cousin was working miracles |
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I wondered if he'd find me |
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The moon was turned toward me |
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Like a platter made of gold |
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My death, it almost bored me |
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So often was it told |
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And i cried `mercy' |
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I cried mercy on me |
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Cryind `mercy' |
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Have mercy on me |
