Father Bruce (Live at the Matrix, 1996)

A lonely preacher and he lives at the Swiss Hotel

One night in the middle of a sermon, oh, out the window he fell

Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well well well

You see the hardheaded people all dress up in a big black robe

They say his word offend them, you know they're hiding their heads in the hole

The words are killing dirty, I use it in the last line

But use a short word for loving, and dad, you wind up doing time (you end up in jail)

Father Bruce is up and walking

Look out, he's gonna start talking

Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well

Now won't you get your feet out, Catholic

Father Bruce is back in town

You know he's our kind of preacher

Ain't none of us gonna put him down

He's trying to say something to you, listen while you're still around

Who's gonna carry all the workload when you're ten feet under ground

Father Bruce is up and walking

Look out, he's gonna start talking

Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well

Now you may say he's got a bad mouth, but I heard you just the other night

When you're car wouldn't start, boy, the words you said were out of sight

Well, you're a loco Charlie, wouldn't say that word out in a crowd

But Lenny's right up front, baby, speaking his mind right out loud

Father Bruce is up and walking

Look out, he's gonna start talking

Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well Fuck