Friday, January 14, 2005

Wish He'd Come On Out

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We've got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house

-from the final verse of Nick Cave's "God Is in the House" off No More Shall We Part
See the new video for "Breathless" from Cave's superlative Lyre of Orpheus here.

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