Lyrics:
Merci Chérie

Merci, Merci, Merci Fur die Stunden Cherie, Cherie Unsere Liebe war schon, so schon Merci Cherie, so schon, so schon Merci Cherie, so schon, so schon Merci

This punky club was spinnin' fores off a funky tee I'm on the floor and she's watching me Guess she was fine With a head to thigh inspection, yeah With

It's the kind of night that's so cold when you spit It freezes before it hits the ground And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar If he's

Poor boy tripping on good intentions Girls got rhythm and expectations In a world gone mad under reconstruction I'm all washed up, I guess I've had enough

Mercy (Sisters of Mercy) Daughters of Hell (Daughters of Hell) They always weave their web of lies And wrap you in their wicked spell Sister of Mercy (Sisters of Mercy

A memory falls down from what it was With this confession I beg for more I never mean to and it's been a while since I found meaning in these desires

of mercy[sisters of mercy] Daughters of hell[daughters of hell] They always weave their web of lies And wrap you in their wicked spell Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy

It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit It freezes before it hits the ground And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar If

, so sein Merci, Merci, Merci FA?r die Stunden Cherie, Cherie Unsere Liebe war schA¶n, so schA¶n Merci Cherie, so schA¶n, so schA¶n Merci Cherie, so