Left Of The Dial Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat Lyrics
            It began when they come took me from my home
            And put me in Dead Row,
            Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
            And I'll say it again
            I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
            I began to warm and chill
            To objects and their fields,
            A ragged cup, a twisted mop
            The face of Jesus in my soup
            Those sinister dinner meals
            The meal trolley's wicked wheels
            A hooked bone rising from my food
            All things either good or ungood.
            And the mercy seat is waiting
            And I think my head is burning
            And in a way I'm yearning
            To be done with all this measuring of truth.
            An eye for an eye
            A tooth for a tooth
            And anyway I told the truth
            And I'm not afraid to die.
            Interpret signs and catalogue
            A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
            The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
            They are sick breath at my hind
            They are sick breath at my hind
            They are sick breath at my hind
            They are sick breath gathering at my hind
            I hear stories from the chamber
            How Christ was born into a manger
            And like some ragged stranger
            Died upon the cross
            And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
            He was a carpenter by trade
            Or at least that's what I'm told
            Like my good hand I
            tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
            That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
            In Heaven His throne is made of gold
            The ark of his Testament is stowed
            A throne from which I'm told
            All history does unfold.
            Down here it's made of wood and wire
            And my body is on fire
            And God is never far away.
            Into the mercy seat I climb
            My head is shaved, my head is wired
            And like a moth that tries
            To enter the bright eye
            I go shuffling out of life
            Just to hide in death awhile
            And anyway I never lied.
            My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
            Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
            'Tis a long-suffering shackle
            Collaring all that rebel blood.
            And the mercy seat is waiting
            And I think my head is burning
            And in a way I'm yearning
            To be done with all this measuring of truth.
            An eye for an eye
            And a tooth for a tooth
            And anyway I told the truth
            And I'm not afraid to die.
            And the mercy seat is burning
            And I think my head is glowing
            And in a way I'm hoping
            To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
            An eye for an eye
            And a tooth for a tooth
            And I've got nothing left to lose
            And I'm not afraid to die.
            And the mercy seat is glowing
            And I think my head is smoking
            And in a way I'm hoping
            To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
            An eye for an eye
            And a tooth for a tooth
            And anyway there was no proof
            Nor a motive why.
            And the mercy seat is smoking
            And I think my head is melting
            And in a way I'm helping
            To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
            A lie for a lie
            And a truth for a truth
            And I've got nothing left to lose
            And I'm not afraid to die.
            And the mercy seat is melting
            And I think my blood is boiling
            And in a way I'm spoiling
            All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
            An eye for an eye
            And a truth for a truth
            And anyway I told the truth
            And I'm not afraid to die.
            And the mercy seat is waiting
            And I think my head is burning
            And in a way I'm yearning
            To be done with all this measuring of proof.
            A life for a life
            And a truth for a truth
            And anyway there was no proof
            But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.
            And the mercy seat is waiting
            And I think my head is burning
            And in a way I'm yearning
            To be done with all this measuring of truth.
            An eye for an eye
            And a truth for a truth
            And anyway I told the truth
            But I'm afraid I told a lie.
        
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