Mercy

Monday morning hit me at a hundred miles an hour

So I ripped out the telephone and waited in the shower

Nobody came rushing in when I began to scream

The morning that I realised that this was not a dream

Sweet success is up and above poverty below

I wake in the middle and I press the green to go

Passion and sobriety are yelling in my head

Can't sleep over money I got cobras in my bed!

I am tired, I am lonely all I needs a little mercy

And here it comes! Here it comes

I'm worried I won't make it and I'm dogged by good advice

Scared that I might lose it and I can't afford the price

Hounded by these images designed to turn me on

What planet do the people in the adverts all live on?

Now I'm tired, now I'm lonely all I needs a little mercy

And here it comes! Here it comes!

Oh judge come and put your arms around me

Oh, and take me to a quiet river

Oh, we'll lash our bodies in the water

Vow no one can touch us now

Get down

Above our heads it's up there