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