Oh My Lord Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

I thought I'd take a walk today 

It's mistake I sometimes make 

Kids lay asleep in bed 

My wife lay wide awake 

Kissed her softly on the brow 

I tried not to make a sound 

But with stony eyes she looked at me 

And then gently squeezed my hand 

Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision 

Call it intuition, somethin' learned from mother 

But when she looked up at me, I could clearly see 

The Sword of Damocles hangin' directly above her 

Oh Lord, oh my Lord 

Oh Lord 

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 makin' any sense 

They claimed I'd lost the plot 

Kept sayin' that I was not 

The man I used to be 

They held their babes aloft 

Threw marshmellows 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, the way they stared at me 

The spear of a destiny are stickin' on right through me 

Oh Lord, oh my Lord 

Oh Lord 

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 wearin' plastic antlers 

Presses his bum against the glass 

Now I'm down on my hands and knees 

And it's so fuckin' hot 

Someone cries, what are you lookin' 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 you are cryin' now 

Are just your answered prayers 

Ladders of life we scale merrily 

Move mysteriously around 

So that when you think you're climbin' up, man 

In fact you're climbin' 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 

Have I offended thee? 

Wrap your tender arms round me 

Oh Lord, Oh Lord 

Oh My Lord