Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds The Mercy Seat
Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning Anyway I'm yearning to be done with all this weighing up 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 In heaven his throne is made of gold And the Ark of his Testament is stone A throne from which I'm told all nations do unfold Down here I'm made of the wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away