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Johnny Cash - The Mercy Seat |
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It all began when they took me from my home |
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And put me on Death Row, |
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a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know. |
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I began to warm and chill |
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To objects and their fields, |
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A ragged cup, a twisted mop |
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The face of Jesus in my soup |
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Those sinister dinner deals |
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The meal trolley\'s wicked wheels |
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A hooked bone rising from my food |
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All things either good or ungood. |
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And the mercy seat is waiting |
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And I think my head is burning |
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And in a way I\'m yearning |
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To be done with all this weighing of the truth. |
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An eye for an eye |
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And a tooth for a tooth |
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And anyway I told the truth |
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And I\'m not afraid to die. |
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I hear stories from the chamber |
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Christ was born into a manger |
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And like some ragged stranger |
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He died upon the cross |
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Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way |
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He was a carpenter by trade |
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Or at least that\'s what I\'m told |
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My kill-hand\'s |
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tatooed E.V.I.L. across it\'s brother\'s fist |
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That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resit |
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In Heaven His throne is made of gold |
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The ark of his Testament is stowed |
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A throne from which I\'m told All history does unfold. |
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It\'s made of wood and wire |
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And my body is on fire |
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And God is never far away. |
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Into the mercy seat I climb |
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My head is shaved, my head is wired |
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And like a moth that tries |
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To enter the bright eye |
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I go shuffling out of life |
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Just to hide in death awhile |
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And anyway I never lied. |
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And the mercy seat is waiting |
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And I think my head is burning |
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And in a way I\'m yearning |
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To be done with all this weighing of the truth. |
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An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth |
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And anyway I told the truth And I\'m not afraid to die |
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And the mercy seat is burning |
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And I think my head is glowing |
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And in a way I\'m hopin\' |
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to be done with all this twistin\' of the truth. |
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An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth |
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And any way there was no proof And I\'m not afraid to die |
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And the mercy seat is glowing |
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And I think my head is smoking |
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And in a way I\'m hopin\' |
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to be done with all these looks of disbelief. |
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A life for a life And a truth for a truth |
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And I\'ve got nothin\' left to loose. |
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And I\'m not afraid to die |
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And the mercy seat is smoking |
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And I think my head is melting |
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And in a way that\'s helpin\' to be done with all this twistin\' of the truth |
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An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth |
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And any way I told the truth |
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But I\'m afraid I told a lie. |