It all began when they took me from my home And put me on death row A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know 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 deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food And 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 weighing of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die I hear stories from the chamber Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger He died upon the cross 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 My kill-hand's Tattooed E.V.I.L. 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 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 death awhile And anyway I never lied 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 of the truth 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 burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hopin' To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And any way there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief A life for a life And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way that's helping To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And any way I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie

Abraham, here I am, Take your son Isaac to the mountain, Abraham, here I am, Bring the sacrifice asked in Moriah. He had cut enough wood for the sacrifice On the third day Abraham looked up and saw Where Isaac was supposed to die. Speak up and say Where are the offering He listened up and asked for Is it for love or a sacrifice. God Himself will provide The lamb for the burnt offering Then he reached out his hand And took a knife to slay his son, Oh! x2 On the Lord's mountain it will be provided I wear by Myself declared the Lord Through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed And I will surely bless your son. Abraham, here I am, Take your son Isaac in the mountain, Abraham, here I am, Bring the sacrifice asked in Moriah. Then Abraham returned to his servants Then set off together for Beersheba. You've obeyed me You offered me your son And now I swear I will surely bless you. Oh, you have not withheld your son, I will surely bless you. Oh, you have not withheld your son, I swear I will surely, I will surely bless you. X5