Father Bruce Lyrics - Collector's Item [live] - Grace Slick

He's 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!