Pieces

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?