The Mercy Seat (Acoustic Version) (исполнитель: Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)
Interpret signs and catalogue 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 [bad word] in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told My kill-hand tattooed E.V.I.L. Across it's brother's fist That filthy five They did nothing to resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed 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 waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing up of [bad word] An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the [bad word] And I'm not afraid to die