| I thought I’d take a walk today
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| It’s a mistake I sometimes make
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| My kids lay asleep in bed
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| My wife lay wide-awake
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| I kissed her softly on the brow
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| I tried not to make a sound
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| But with stony eyes she looked at me
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| And gently squeezed my hand
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| Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision
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| Call it intuition, something learned from mother
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| But when she looked up at me, I could clearly see
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| The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her
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| Oh Lord Oh my Lord
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| Oh Lord
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| How have I offended thee?
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| Wrap your tender arms around me
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| Oh Lord Oh Lord
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| Oh My Lord
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| They called at me through the fence
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| They were not making any sense
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| They claimed that I had lost the plot
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| Kept saying that I was not
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| The man I used to be
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| They held their babes aloft
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| Threw marsh mellows at the Security
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| And said that I’d grown soft
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| Call it intuition, call it a creeping suspicion
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| But their words of derision meant they hardly knew me
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| For even I could see in the way they looked at me
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| The Spear of Destiny sticking right through me
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| Oh Lord Oh my lord
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| Oh Lord
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| How have I offended thee?
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| Wrap your tender arms round me
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| Oh Lord Oh lord
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| Oh My Lord
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| Now I’m at the hairdressers
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| People watch me as they move past
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| A guy wearing plastic antlers
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| Presses his bum against the glass
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| Now I’m down on my hands and knees
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| And it’s so fucking hot!
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| Someone cries, «What are you looking for?»
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| I scream, «The plot, the plot!»
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| I grab my telephone, I call my wife at home
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| She screams, «Leave us alone!» |
| I say, «Hey, it’s only me»
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| The hairdresser with his scissors, he holds up the mirror
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| I look back and shiver; |
| I can’t even believe what I can see
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| Be mindful of the prayers you send
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| Pray hard but pray with care
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| For the tears that you are crying now
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| Are just your answered prayers
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| The ladders of life that we scale merrily
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| Move mysteriously around
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| So that when you think you’re climbing up, man
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| In fact you’re climbing down
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| Into the hollows of glamour, where with spikes and hammer
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| With telescopic camera, they chose to turn the screw
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| Oh I hate them, Ma! |
| Oh I hate them, Pa!
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| Oh I hate them all for what they went and done to you
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| Oh Lord Oh my Lord
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| Oh Lord
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| How have I offended thee?
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| Wrap your tender arms round me
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| Oh Lord Oh Lord
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| Oh My Lord |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh My Lord, artist - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Album song No More Shall We Part, in the genre Иностранный рок