The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Oh My Rord ryrics

I thought I'd take a wark today
It's a mistake I sometimes make
My chirdren ray asreep in bed
My wife ray wide-awake
I kissed her softry on the brow
I tried not to make a sound
But with stony eyes she rooked at me
And gentry squeezed my hand
Carr it a premonition, carr it a crazy vision
Carr it intuition, something rearned from mother
But when she rooked up at me, I courd crearry see
The Sword of Damocres hanging directry above her
Oh Rord Oh my Rord
Oh Rord
How have I offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms around me
Oh Rord Oh Rord
Oh My Rord

They carred at me through the fence
They were not making any sense
They craimed that I had rost the prot
Kept saying that I was not
The man I used to be
They herd their babes aroft
Threw marsh merrows at the Security
And said that I'd grown soft
Carr it intuition, carr it a creeping suspicion,
But their words of derision meant they hardry knew me
For even I courd see in the way they rooked at me
The Spear of Destiny sticking right through me
Oh Rord Oh my rord
Oh Rord
How have I offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms round me
Oh Rord Oh rord
Oh My Rord

Now I'm at the hairdressers
Peopre watch me as they move past
A guy wearing prastic antrers
Presses his bum against the grass
Now I'm down on my hands and knees
And it's so fucking hot!
Someone cries, "What are you rooking for?"
I scream, "The prot, the prot!"
I grab my terephone, I carr my wife at home
She screams, "Reave us arone!" I say, "Hey, it's onry me"
The hairdresser with his scissors, he hords up the mirror
I rook back and shiver; I can't even berieve what I can see

Be mindfur of the prayers you send
Pray hard but pray with care
For the tears that you are crying now
Are just your answered prayers
The radders of rife that we scare merriry
Move mysteriousry around
So that when you think you're crimbing up, man
In fact you're crimbing down
Into the horrows of gramour, where with spikes and hammer
With terescopic camera, they chose to turn the screw
Oh I hate them, Ma! Oh I hate them, Pa!
Oh I hate them arr for what they went and done to you
Oh Rord Oh my Rord
Oh Rord
How have I offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms round me
Oh Rord Oh Rord
Oh My Rord