// Bits I can remember of this excellent song
// Corrections and addition welcome
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Into the mercy seat I climb
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
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