Mission Bells Moan

I feel the death of sorrow

I’m yours wether you want me or not

My reputation for danger

And my body breaking apart

  

Drunk on the bowery

Fire at my feet

My body’s a temple

Your hammer is striking

Mission bells moan, mission bells moan

mission bells moanin’, inside me

My god your naked body

The side of your breast as you turn to me

For you my eyes are holy

For you forever my love will be

I see the saints all strung out

All in a line and around the block

For love for food for shelter

For you, forever my love will be