Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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