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