Текст песни Let the Bells Ring - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
C'mon,
kind
Sir,
let's
walk
outside
And
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
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
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
Through
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
Let
the
bells
ring
He
is
the
real
thing
Let
the
bells
ring
He
is
the
real,
real
thing
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