Lyrics Hymn (For America) - The Mission

I've felt the heat in the city of angels
Dust up on high and the worse for wear
I've seen the lights going down on sunset
Madmen running loose, there's murder in the air
So this is America
Love colder than death, working the streets
Love doesn't come cheap, so I learn how to steal
Religion for sale, buy my way into heaven
Sell my soul for a trick, it's not worth a great deal
So this is America
I remember her smile and her virgin heart
I remember her tears tearing me apart
I remember my hands, helpless and tied
As they led her away I remember I cried
I've put my life in the hands of a scream
Small talked and less with legends to be
But I carried a torch for the child forbidden
When the heat closed in, they crucified me
So this is America
Dreams don't come easy without any sleep
Laid wide eyed and weary on this damned bed of nails
I hit the freeway and step on the speed
Head for the desert when madness prevails
So this is America
God bless you, America, God bless you, America
God bless you, America, God bless you
America