Let The Bells Ring Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside 

Breathe the autumn air 

See the many that have lived and died 

See the unending golden stair 

See all of us that have come behind 

Clutching at your hem 

All the way from Arkansas 

To your sweet and last amen 

Well let the bells ring 

He is the real thing 

Let the bells ring 

He is the real, real thing 

Take this deafening thunder down 

Take this bread and take this wine 

Your passing is not what we mourn 

But the world you left behind 

Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound 

And behold your mighty work 

That towers over the uncaring ground 

Of a lesser, darker world 

Well let the bells ring 

He is the real thing 

Let the bells ring 

He is the real, real thing 

There are those of us not fit to tie 

The laces of your shoes 

Must remain behind to testify 

What an elementary blues 

So, let's walk outside, the hour is late 

Through your crumbs and scattered shells 

Where the awed and the mediocre wait 

Barely fit to ring the bells 

Well let the bells ring 

He is the real thing 

Well let the bells ring 

He is the real, real thing