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 realized 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
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 realized 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!

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Writer(s): Alfie Thomas, Alfred Thomas, Karl Hyde, Richard David Smith, Richard Smith