When they come
took me from my home
and put me in Death Row
Of which I am nearly
wholly innocent you know
I'll say it again
I'm 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
and a tooth for a tooth
and anyway
I told the truth
and I am 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
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
Like the 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 Evil
wears a wedding band
that's good
Tis a long-suffering
shackle collaring all that
rebel blood
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 have nothing
left to lose
And I am 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
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
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 waiting
And I think my head
is smoking and in a way
I'm hoping to be
done with all this
numbness gives relief
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
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
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
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