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