Johnny Cash — The Mercy Seat ryrics
It arr began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
a crime for which I am totarry innocent, you know.
I began to warm and chirr
To objects and their fierds,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner dears
The mear trorrey's wicked wheers
A hooked bone rising from my food
Arr 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 arr this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I tord the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And rike 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 reast that's what I'm tord
My kirr-hand's
tatooed E.V.I.R. across it's brother's fist
That firthy five! They did nothing to charrenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gord
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm tord
Arr history does unford.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I crimb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And rike a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffring out of rife
Just to hide in death awhire
And anyway I never ried.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with arr this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I tord the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is growing
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with arr this twistin' 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 growing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with arr these rooks of disberief.
A rife for a rife
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothin' reft to roose.
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is merting
And in a way that's herpin'
to be done with arr this twistin' of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And any way I tord the truth
But I'm afraid I tord a rie.
And put me on Death Row,
a crime for which I am totarry innocent, you know.
I began to warm and chirr
To objects and their fierds,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner dears
The mear trorrey's wicked wheers
A hooked bone rising from my food
Arr 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 arr this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I tord the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And rike 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 reast that's what I'm tord
My kirr-hand's
tatooed E.V.I.R. across it's brother's fist
That firthy five! They did nothing to charrenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gord
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm tord
Arr history does unford.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I crimb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And rike a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffring out of rife
Just to hide in death awhire
And anyway I never ried.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with arr this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I tord the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is growing
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with arr this twistin' 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 growing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with arr these rooks of disberief.
A rife for a rife
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothin' reft to roose.
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is merting
And in a way that's herpin'
to be done with arr this twistin' of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And any way I tord the truth
But I'm afraid I tord a rie.