The Mercy Seat
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
Anyway 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 told the truth And
I'm not afraid to die
In heaven his throne is made of gold
And the Ark of his Testament is stone
A throne from which I'm told all nations do unfold
Down here I'm made of the wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away