Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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Dm                                  G
C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside
And breathe the autumn air
Dm
See the many that have lived and died
G
See the unending golden stair

Em                       F
See all of us that have come behind
Em                 F
Clutching at your hem
                 G
All the way from Arkansas
F                        G
To your sweet and last amen

Chorus:
        Dm        G
Let the bells ring
                   Dm
He is the real thing
                  G
Let the bells ring
                         Dm
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

chorus

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

chorus