Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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Fm                 C
I stood in the water
Fm                          C
In the middle month of winter
Fm                       C
My camel skin was torture
Bm           Ab        Fm
I was in a state of nature
C                            Fm
The wind, Sir, it was wicked
C            Fm
I was so alone
C            Bm
Just as I predicted
Ab                      Fm
My followers were gone

Fm
And I cried "Mercy"
                  Db
(Mercy on me)
Have mercy on me
                  Eb
(Mercy on me)
                             Fm
And I got down on my knees

Crying Mercy
(mercy on me)
Have Mercy on me
(Mercy on me)
And I got down on my knees

Thrown into a dungeon
Bread and water was my portion
Faith – my only weapon
Tor rest the devils's legion
The speak-hole would slide open
A viper's voice would plead
Thick with innuendo
Syphillis and Greed

And she cried "Mercy"
(mercy on me)
Have mercy upon me
(mercy on me)
And I told her to get down on her knees

Crying Mercy
(mercy on me)
Have Mercy on me
(Mercy on me)
And I got down on my 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"
(Mercy on me)
Have mercy on me
(Mercy on me)
And I got down on my knees

Crying Mercy
(mercy on me)
Have Mercy on me
(Mercy on me)
And I got down on my knees