Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Let the Bells Ring Lyrics
C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outsideAnd breathe the autumn airSee the many that have lived and diedSee the unending golden stairSee all of us that have come behindClutching at your hemAll the way from ArkansasTo your sweet and last amenLet the bells ringHe is the real thingLet the bells ringHe is the real, real thingTake this deafening thunder downTake this bread and take this wineYour passing is not what we mournBut the world you left behindWell, do not breathe, nor make a soundAnd behold your mighty workThat towers over the uncaring groundOf a lesser, darker worldLet the bells ringHe is the real thingLet the bells ringHe is the real, real thingThere are those of us not fit to tieThe laces of your shoesMust remain behind to testifyThrough an elementary bluesSo, let's walk outside, the hour is lateThrough your crumbs and scattered shellsWhere the awed and the mediocre waitBarely fit to ring the bellsLet the bells ringHe is the real thingLet the bells ringHe is the real, real thing