The Mission UK - Hymn Lyrics

I've felt the heat

In the city of Angels

Dust up on high

And the worse for wear

I've seen the lights

Going down on sunset

Madmen running loose

There's murder in the air

So this is America



Love colder than death

Working the streets

Love doesn't come cheap

So I learn how to steal

Religion for sale

Buy my way into heaven

Sell my soul for a trick

It's not worth a great deal

So this is America



I remember her smile and her virgin heart

I remember her tears tearing me apart

I remember my hands helpless and tied

As they led her away I remember I cried



I've put my life

In the hands of a scream

Small talked and less

With legends to be

But I carried a torch

For the child forbidden

And when the heat closed in

They crucified me

So this is America



Dreams don't come easy

Without any sleep

Laid wide eyed and weary

On this damned bed of nails

I hit the freeway

And step on the speed

Head for the desert

When madness prevails

So this is America

God bless you America

God bless you America

God bless you America

God bless you

America