1983 Video (MV)

1983 is when things started to make sense
Got a colour tv just like our grandparents did
And we struggled to believe that the general lee wasn't red
It was orange instead

At sunday school we'd line our winter boots by the heat vent
Talk about jesus christ and all the things that he said
If you're a leper or a beggar or a thief
Then you're cool with me then

And go tell it on the mountain
Go tell it to the deepest sea
Go tell it in the 20 cities the 20 cities in galilea
Everybody's armed with walkmans and batteries
She's gotta be the cutest lapsed catholic you ever seen
Playing fur elise like it's the first time it's ever been played properly

And you hated that vic 20 but it was all your folks could afford
But you still evangelized the commodore 64
We were both so innocent
They hadn't gotten to us yet
To see if they could get inside us and rearrange our little heads

I could sense mathias rust would be someone i could believe
To spill the beans about what really happens on christmas eve
All the dads are drinking waiting for the in laws to retreat

Go tell it on the mountain
Go tell it to the deepest sea
Go tell it to your union leader
At the risk of sounding bourgeoisie

This year everybody's getting a pass
For getting drunk and slapping an ass
That isn't theirs to want or theirs to give away

So we'll blame our ruin on you
We're gonna blame our ruin on you
We're gonna blame our ruin on you
We're gonna blame our ruin on you

Go tell it on the mountain
Go tell it to the deepest sea
Go tell it to your wife and children
And every living divorcee'
Go tell it on the mountain
Tell it to the deepest sea
Tell them that you think you heard it
On a show on the cbc

Go tell it to the mountain
Go tell it to the deepest sea
Go tell it to every mother
You can cool it with the 3rd degree

We're just happy sewing sequins to a glove
Getting ready just to bounce back from
All the mistakes that we made
And how we squandered
Everything we ever meant to keep