Hull
I live on the universe, I live alone
from the sun, I am the third stone
you can see I'm crying, what have I done?
I gave you history, I gave you sons
I gave you mystery, I gave you fun
but now I'm dying, what's to be done?
Chorus:
Mercy, mercy think of me, I bought you up for posterity
mercy, mercy think of me, all I ask is think ... think.
I gave you sons, they invented war
they asked for nothing, then they wanted more
and now I'm dying, what is it for?
Chorus:
Mercy, mercy think of me, I bought you up for posterity
mercy, mercy think of me, all I ask is think ... think.
Your mother's dying, consider why
her sons were lying, they thought she'd get by
goodbye to romance, goodbye, goodbye.
Think.
Think about it.