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
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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 above
our heads it's up there 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 I
realised that this was not a dream I am tired, I
am lonely all I needs a little mercy I am tired, I
am lonely all I needs a little mercy and here it
comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it
comes!