Oh My Lord by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ------------------------- Oh My Lord D* Em7 D6* e-x-| e-0-| e-(0)-| B-3-| B-3-| B--0--| G-2-| G-0-| G--2--| D-0-| D-2-| D--0--| A-x-| A-2-| A--x--| E-x-| E-0-| E--x--| D* I thought I'd take a walk today Em It's a mistake I sometimes make Em7 D The kids lay asleep in be-ed D6* Em My wife lay wide-awake Em7 D I kissed her softly on the bro-ow D6* Em I tried not to make a sound Em7 D But with stony eyes she looked at me D6* Em And gently squeezed my hand (Em7) D (D6*) Em Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision (Em7) D (D6*) Em Call it intuitio-o-on, something learned from mother Em7 D (D6*) Em But when she looked up at me, I could clearly see Em7 D (D6*) Em The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her D Em Oh Lord Oh my Lord D Oh Lord G (G7) How have I offended thee? C Cm Wrap your tender arms around me G D Oh Lord Oh Lord Em D Em Oh My Lo-o-o-ord 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 l'm at the hairdressers People watch me as they move past A guy wearing plastic antlers Presses his bum against the glass Now l'm down on my hands and knees And it's so fucking 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 _________________ aleister, Irkutsk, Russia tabs@igetus.esir.ru www.TAB6.com