The Mission cries, watch her fall, watch her dance
Without a crutch, without a sling, without a second chance
He slithers by, he'd like to pa**, he walks on his path
Without a second thought, without a glance, he doesn't want to watch the dance
Picking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we don't see
Picking up the pieces, is this how it's supposed to be?
She doesn't dare look in their eyes and see what they know
She doesn't 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, who'd like to know when we'll come round again
Picking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we don't see
Picking up the pieces, is this how it's supposed to be?
What you have done to the least of my brothers you've done to me
What you have done to the least of my sisters you've done to me
Picking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we don't see
Picking up the pieces, is this how it's supposed to be?
Picking up the pieces, is this how it's supposed to be?
Is this how it's supposed to be?