paroles de chanson The Mercy Seat (Live) - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
                                                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 
                                                deals
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                proof.
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tattooed 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                    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 
                                                devil 
                                                blood.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                mercy 
                                                seat 
                                                is 
                                                a-burning
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                flowing
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                burning
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                way 
                                                I'm 
                                                yearning
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                done 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                this 
                                                measuring 
                                                of 
                                                proof
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                eye 
                                                for 
                                                an 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                anyway, 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                no 
                                                proof
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                nor 
                                                    a 
                                                motive 
                                                why.
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                tooth 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                anyway 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                no 
                                                proof
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                afraid 
                                                to 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                the 
                                                mercy 
                                                seat 
                                                is 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                smoking
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                way 
                                                I'm 
                                                hoping
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                done 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                these 
                                                looks 
                                                of 
                                                disbelief.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                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 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                burning
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                way 
                                                I'm 
                                                yearning
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                done 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                this 
                                                measuring 
                                                of 
                                                proof
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                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 
                                                eye 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                anyway 
                                                    I 
                                                told 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                afraid 
                                                to 
                                                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 
                                                proof
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                eye 
                                                for 
                                                an 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                tooth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                anyway 
                                                    I 
                                                told 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'm 
                                                afraid 
                                                    I 
                                                told 
                                                    a 
                                                lie.
 
                                    
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