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?