Besedila: Nick Cave & The Bad Seed. Let The Bells Ring.

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