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Into the mercy seat I climbMy head is shaved, my head is wiredAnd the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnyway I'm yearning to be done with all this weighing up of truth Aneye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth AndI'm not afraid to dieIn heaven his throne is made of goldAnd the Ark of his Testament is stoneA throne from which I'm told all nations do unfoldDown here I'm made of the wood and wireAnd my body is on fireAnd God is never far away
Into the mercy seat I climbMy head is shaved, my head is wiredAnd the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnyway I'm yearning to be done with all this weighing up of truth Aneye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth AndI'm not afraid to dieIn heaven his throne is made of goldAnd the Ark of his Testament is stoneA throne from which I'm told all nations do unfoldDown here I'm made of the wood and wireAnd my body is on fireAnd God is never far away