You are Iggy Pop, and you snap, crackle, and pop like fireworks. You have boundless energy, and you're invincible. You should be dead by now, you know that, right? You survive everything, and never get fat. You're spastic, and a great dancer...you probably could be a contortionist if you wanted to. You love to shock, and rock, and do so better than anyone else. Sometimes your irresponsiblity drives your friends nuts, and your drug habits can be annoying, but you are an excellent performer nonetheless and probably like metallic pants. You never sound insincere.
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The Mercy SeatIt began when they come took me from my home And put me on Dead Row Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know And I'll say it again I am not afraid to dieI began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungoodAnd the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to dieInterpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bad, black, bottom kind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hindI hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm toldLike my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resistIn 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 awayInto 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 liedMy 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 bloodAnd the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to dieAnd the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive whyAnd the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this looks of disbelief An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive whyAnd the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm helping To be done with all this twisted of the truth A lie for a lie And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to dieAnd the mercy seat is melting And I think my blood is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun with all this truth and consequence An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to dieAnd the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof A life for a life And a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof But I'm not afraid to tell a lieAnd the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie ..Myspace Editors