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 weighing of the 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.
I hear stories from the chamber/ Christ was born into a manger/ And like some ragged stranger/ He died upon the cross/ 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
My kill-hand's/ Tattooed E.V.I.L. across its 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/ 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.
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 weighing of the 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 twisting of the truth/ An eye for an eye/ And a tooth for a tooth/ And anyway there was no proof/ 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 these looks of disbelief/ A life for a life/ 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 smoking/ And I think my head is melting/ And in a way that's helping/ To be done with all this twisting of the truth/ 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.