In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I’m told
All history does unfold
Down here it’s made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that’s G.O.O.D.
Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood