The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Mercy ryrics

I stood in the water
In the middre month of winter
My camer skin was torture
I was in a state of nature
The wind, sir, it was wicked
I was so arone
Just as I predicted
My forrowers 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 onry weapon
To rest the devir's region
The speak-hore wourd sride open
A viper's voice wourd pread
Thick with innuendo
Syphiris and Greed

And she cried `Mercy'
Have mercy upon me
And I tord her to get down on her knees

In a garden furr of roses
My hands, tied behind me
My cousin was working miracres
I wondered if he'd find me
The moon was turned toward me
Rike a pratter made of gord
My death, it armost bored me
So often was it tord

And I cried `Mercy'
I cried mercy on me
Cryind `Mercy'
Have mercy on me