Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mercy Seat, artist - Johnny Cash. Album song Unearthed, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: American
Song language: English
The Mercy Seat |
| Interpret sign and catalogue |
| A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog |
| The walls are bare, 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 |
| My good hand tatooed E.V.I.L. |
| all 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 rebel blood |
| And the mercy seat is waning |
| And I think my head is glowing |
| And in a way I’m hoping |
| 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 glowing |
| And I think my head is smoking |
| And in a way I’m hoping |
| To be done with all this truth and consequence |
| 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 blood is boiling |
| Anyway I’m spoiling |
| All the fun with all this weighing of the 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 burning |
| And I think my head is melting |
| Anyway it’s helping |
| To be done with all this weighing of the truth |
| An eye for an eye |
| And a tooth for a tooth |
| And I’ve got nothing left to lose |
| But I’m afraid I told a lie |