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.