The Mission cries, watch her fall, watch her dance
Without a crutch, without a sling, without a second chance
He slithers by, hed like to pass, he walks on his path
Without a second thought, without a glance, he doesnt want to watch the dance
Picking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we dont see
Picking up the pieces, is this how its supposed to be?
She doesnt dare look in their eyes and see what they know
She doesnt dare hear their cries, they should have helped themselves a long time ago
All the world, all the trouble, all the pain
And all the heavy hearts, whod like to know when well come round again
Picking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we dont see
Picking up the pieces, is this how its supposed to be?
What you have done to the least of my brothers youve done to me
What you have done to the least of my sisters youve done to me
Picking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we dont see
Picking up the pieces, is this how its supposed to be? (2X)
Is this how its supposed to be?