Testo Hymn - The Mission
Testo della canzone Hymn (The Mission), tratta dall'album Children
I felt the heat in the city of angels
Dust is for the high, and the words for wealth
I've seen the lights going down on Sunset
Man made the news, there's murder in the air
So this is America
The corners of death, work in the streets
It doesn't come cheap, so I live like a steal
Religion's a cell, buy my way into Heaven
Sell my soul for a trade, it's not worth a great deal
So this is America
I remember her smile, pale virgin heart
I remember her tears tearing me apart
I remember my hands, helpless inside
As I lay her awake, I remember I cried
I put my life in the hands of a scream
I smoked under the lamps with legends to be
Burning calories and soul for the chatter forbidden
When pain closed in, they crucified me
So this is America
The dreams don't come easy without any sleep
The wide-eyed and weary always damned in the news
Out on the freeway, step on the street
Head for the desert where nothing's proven
So this is America
God bless you, America
God bless you, America
God bless you, America
God bless you, America
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Thomas Hinkler, Mick Brown, Craig David Adams, Wayne Hussey
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