[Nick Cave] It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know And I'll say it again I am not afraid to die I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood 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 measuring of truth An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die Interpret signs and catalogue A 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 fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand I Tatooed EVIL 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 I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in d**h awhile And anyway I never lied My k**-hand is called EVIL Wears a wedding band that's GOOD `Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of 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 waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth 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 awaiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth A life for a life and a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this looks of disbelief 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 waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm helping To be done with all this twisted of the truth A lie for a lie And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die