Oh My Lord lyrics

Artist  : Nick Cave 
Song : Oh My Lord



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 I thought I`d take a walk today 
It`s a mistake I sometimes make 
My children lay asleep in bed 
My wife lay wide-awake 
I kissed her softly on the brow 
I tried not to make a sound 
But with stony eyes she looked at me 
And gently squeezed my hand 
Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision 
Call it intuition, something learned from mother 
But when she looked up at me, I could clearly see

The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her 
Oh Lord Oh my Lord 
Oh Lord 
How have I offended thee? 
Wrap your tender arms around me 
Oh Lord Oh Lord 
Oh My Lord 
 
They called at me through the fence 
They were not making any sense 
They claimed that I had lost the plot 
Kept saying that I was not 
The man I used to be 
They held their babes aloft 
Threw marsh mellows at the Security 
And said that I`d grown soft 
Call it intuition, call it a creeping suspicion, 
But their words of derision meant they hardly
knew me 
For even I could see in the way they looked at me

The Spear of Destiny sticking right through me 
Oh Lord Oh my lord 
Oh Lord 
How have I offended thee? 
Wrap your tender arms round me 
Oh Lord Oh lord 
Oh My Lord 
 
Now I`m at the hairdressers 
People watch me as they move past 
A guy wearing plastic antlers 
Presses his bum against the glass 
Now I`m down on my hands and knees 
And it`s so f**king hot! 
Someone cries, "What are you looking for?" 
I scream, "The plot, the plot!" 
I grab my telephone, I call my wife at home 
She screams, "Leave us alone!" I say, "Hey, it`s
only me" 
The hairdresser with his scissors, he holds up
the mirror 
I look back and shiver; I can`t even believe what
I can see 
 
Be mindful 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 ladders of life that we scale merrily 
Move mysteriously around 
So that when you think you`re climbing up, man 
In fact you`re climbing down 
Into the hollows of glamour, where with spikes
and hammer 
With telescopic camera, they chose to turn the
screw 
Oh I hate them, Ma! Oh I hate them, Pa! 
Oh I hate them all for what they went and done to
you 
Oh Lord Oh my Lord 
Oh Lord 
How have I offended thee? 
Wrap your tender arms round me 
Oh Lord Oh Lord 
Oh My Lord