Tác giả : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
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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