Text: Nick Cave & The Bad Seed. Get Ready For Love.

Get ready for love, praise him
Get ready tot love, praise him
Get ready-ready for love, get ready

Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens
And god rides high up in the ordinary sky, yeah
Until we find ourselves at our most distracted
And the miracle that was promised creeps quietly by

Calling every boy and girl
Calling all around the world
Calling every boy and girl
Calling all around the world

Get ready for love, praise him
Get ready for love, praise him

The mighty wave their hankies from their high-windowed palace
Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses
And we search high and low without mercy or malice
While the gate to the kingdom swings, shut and closes

Calling every boy and girl
Calling all around the world
Calling every boy and girl
Calling all around the world

Praise him till you've forgotten
What you're praising him for?
Praise him till you've forgotten

What you're praising him for?
Then praise him a little bit more
Yeah, praise him a little bit more

Yeah, praise him till you've forgotten
What you're praising him for?
Praise him till you've forgotten
What you're praising him for?
Praise him a little bit more
Yeah, praise him a little bit more

Get ready for love, praise him
Get ready for love, get ready

I searched the seven seas and I've looked under the carpet
And browsed through the brochures that govern the skies
Then I was just hanging around, doing nothing
And looked up to see his face burned in the retina of your eyes

Calling every boy and girl
Calling all around the world
Calling every boy and girl
Calling all around the world

Hey, get ready for love, yeah, praise him
Yeah, getting ready for love, praise him