We're
On a Mission from God
He's
alone in his own world
His
banner has become unfurled
He
tries to think, can only reason why
He
needs one more hit, one more high.
His judgment begins to go
His
pace becomes too slow
He
waits in line too long
For
him we sing this song.
We try to be those who say
It's
wrong to go this way
Those
who say they're not going to tell you what to do
Don't
really care about you.
This man, this boy, this empty shell
Has
entered his own personal hell
He
lives for only one thing:
to
make his head light, to make his nose sting.
(c:) Why does he do it?
What
makes him do it?
Can
he be that stupid?
Don't
do it!
Some hear this and laugh in our face
"You
don't belong here, go back to your own place"
But
we do, we really do
We're
just trying to help you.
You can come back to your life
It's
a road of pain, a lot of strife
But
it's really worth it in the end
We're
glad to have you home again.
