Mercy Underworld

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