歌手:Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
专辑:《No More Shall We Part (2011 - Remaster)》

作曲 : Nick Cave
Oh My Lord
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

I thought I'd take a walk today
It's a mistake I sometimes make
Kids 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
I 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 ******* 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 *******ver
I can't even believe what I can be

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