Alright, George

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup and 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
All things, good or ungood

And the mercy seat is awaiting
And I think my head is a burning
In a way I'm yearning to be done
With all this weight 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

Interpret sign and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad, black bottom kind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind

And 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

My kill-hand tattooed "Evil" across his brother's fist
That filthy five did nothing to challenge or resist
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
And 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
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 "Evil"
Wears a wedding band that's good
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood

And the mercy seat is awaiting
And I think my head is a-burning
In a way I'm yearning to be done
With all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, I've told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is melting
In a way it's helping to be done
With all this locks 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 boiling
In a way that's spoiling all of thongs
By all these locks of disbelief
An eye for a eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

Now the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
In a way I'm yearning to be done
With all these looks of disbelief
A lie for a lie and a truth for a truth
And anyway, there was no clue
And I'm afraid I told a lie