it seems so fitting in its way
Fmaj7
He was a carpenter by trade
Am
Or at least that's what I'm told
Am / Em / Am / Em
Am Em
My kill-hand's tatooed E.V.I.L.
Am Em
across it's brother's fist
Am Em
That filthy five!
Am Em
They did nothing to challenge or resist.
Am AmMaj7
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
Am7
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
G
All history does unfold.
Gm
It's made of wood and wire
Bb
And my body is on fire
Fmaj7 Am
And God is never far away.
Am AmMaj7
Into the mercy seat I climb
Am7
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
G
To enter the bright eye
Gm
I go shuffling out of life
Bb
Just to hide in death awhile
Fmaj7 Am
And anyway I never lied.
[Chorus]
Am
And the mercy seat is waiting
AmMaj7
And I think my head is burning
Am7
And in a way I'm yearning
G Gm
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
Bb
And a tooth for a tooth