Тексты песен The Mission

God God is a bullet And religion is a loaded gun Prod poke push and pull it Every zealot loco is some mother's son It's coming down It's coming down It's coming down again Burns their blood soaked bib

You be the boy and I'll be the girl I'll be your toy if you will shake my little world I'll dress and parade for you in your finest satin and lace I'll drag your razor down my legs and I'll paint my f

Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar Dancing on the light from star to star Far across the moon beam, I notice who you are I saw your brown eyes turn and watch the fire You are like a hurric

The only way that I'll make the papers These days is if I load a gun And fire a bullet into my brain But then again the hackneyed hacks Will only write I'm only jumping Someone else's train it's alway

Books and covers and part time lovers Spinning in rooms in cities of rust I'm stranded, struck out on this line There's smoke and fire and steel and wire And glass and spire and dust One to the floor