The Mission - Litany For The Faithful

I've sang you songs of candlelight and razor blades

I've sang you songs of being loved and betrayed

I've sang you songs of redemption and righteous crusade

I've sang you songs that made you laugh and made you cry

I've sang the blues and I've sang you lullabies

I've sang you songs of flaming one night stands and long goodbyes

I've sang you songs that rejoice and celebrate

I've sang you songs of love by design and by fate

I've sang you songs of ache and lust and appetites to sate

But I can't bring myself to sing

No, I can't bring myself to sing

Of ever leaving you

I've sang you songs of the holy and divine

I've sang you songs of devils and cheap wine

I've sang you songs of fawning courtesans and concubines

I've sang you songs of sadness and of pain

I've sang you songs of the needle and the vein

I've sang the songs of the tears washed away by the rain

I've sang the songs of loss of grief and despair

I've sang the songs of destruction and repair

I've sang you songs of hope belief and faith in prayer

But I can't bring myself to sing

No, I can't bring myself to sing

Of ever leaving you

I've sang you songs of birth and of death

I've sang you songs of air and of breath

I've given you songs born of cocaine and crystal meth

I've sang the songs of ageing ruin and decay

I've sang you songs of the hunter and his prey

I've sang the songs of disenchantment fear and dismay

I've sang you songs of blame and accusation

I've sang you songs of shame and recrimination

I've sang you songs of regret, guilt, penance and salvation

But I can't bring myself to sing

No, I can't bring myself to sing

Of ever leaving you

I've sang you the words of others and made you believe they're mine

I've sang the songs of heaven of Gods and stars that shine

I've sang you songs that have touched you, sent shivers down your spine

I've sang the songs that made your, made your heart sing

That made you feel like a bird on the wing

That made you soar and sometimes roar, I made you sing

But I can't bring myself to sing

No, I can't bring myself to sing

Of ever leaving you...

The Mission - The Girl In A Fur Skin Rug

It's time of martyrs and assassins
Demonstration reigns everywhere
Crowds of people young are amassing
There's a revolution in the air
Anarchy and fighting on the city streets
A new voice is shouting loud in the searing heat

It's time of prophets with protest songs
Tryin' to make it right their fathers wrongs
Rail against the picks of the grey haired guard
Fight against the bullies of the old school yard
Fists raining hard
Playground thugs - we all love the girl in a furskin rug

It's time of butterflies on the wheel
Take a magic trip and they throw 'em in jail
And sergeant pilcher he's going down
What a clown
Planting drugs - on the girl in a furskin rug

I wasn't there
Just too young for that
But I've watched the film and read the book
And though I swear it's the same old hat
Nostalgia sells and we love the look - of the girl in a furskin rug

The dream is over long time gone
The old brigade just carries on
It was all a con
But I'd still love to hug - the girl in a furskin rug

The Mission - Swan Song

At the crossing of the border between the night and day
Where the lost and lonely find their twilight sway
And the curse of their existence is the loneliness they feel
Where waking up with a stranger's the only thing from them that's real
So don't sing me your swan song, baby
There's life left in this ol' dog yet
It ain't over 'til it's over until the fat lady sings
It ain't over 'til it's over until the swan spreads
Her wings
And flies away

When you see the ache of lovers as they fumble
In the night
And you feel the wrench inside you as any ex lover might
You can say your time is over for love and all the heat
But a single stranger's kiss can always turn
The bitter into sweet
So don´t sing me your swan song, baby
There's still gas left in this tank
It ain't over 'til it's over until the fat lady sings
It ain't over 'til it's over until the swan spreads
Her wings
And flies away

You're wonderful
You're beautiful
Just give me your hands

The Mission - Everything But The Squeal

There´s a look in your eye like the flash of a razor blade
It's tropical in here, it's 96 in the shade
Caught in the act and banged to rights
Fingerprints all over the scene
And in your hand my gun´s still smoking
I'll take a hit on what you're toking
Know what I mean.

If you'll be my bitch then I will be your dog
And I'll feast on your flesh like a greedy hog
Let's rub and grind our hides together
If you're mine tonight I'll be yours forever
Jacking the ball and balling the jack
you take the reins I'll take the slack.

I've lain with the devil and cursed at the heavens above
You showed me magic tricks and I called it love
There's a price to pay to feast with panthers
Don´t ask me I ain´t got no answers
I´m fixing to pounce ready to attack
Let´s go to bed let´s hit the sack
Like angels on horseback like pigs in a blanket
Load up the tablets it´s a gannets banquet
Let´s gorge ourselves like it´s our last meal
And like a black widow I eat what I kill
Everything but the squeal.