21st St. Mission Lyrics

The storm of an age will lash

In the fool's avenue there's shelter

From police and false cold

We're running

But a lies a painful greeting

We have not a penny

Having stolen our clothes, where are we

Where the bums would eat their soup

And they pay with their ears

Hearing tall tales of days to come

O hear what she'll say

At the mission today

There will come a year

When man reaches out

To seize the atom

Then drift to the sky

And come this day

When there's no death to pay

And no more disease

Men will yet be free

And they pay with their ears

Hearing tall tales of days to come

O hear what she'll say

At the mission today