Lyrics 21st St. Mission - The Professor

The storm of an age will lash
In the fool's avenue there's shelter
From police and false cold
We're running
But a lies a painful greeting

We have not a penny
Having stolen our clothes, where are we
Where the bums would eat their soup

And they pay with their ears
Hearing tall tales of days to come
O hear what she'll say
At the mission today

There will come a year
When man reaches out
To seize the atom
Then drift to the sky

And come this day
When there's no death to pay
And no more disease
Men will yet be free

And they pay with their ears
Hearing tall tales of days to come
O hear what she'll say
At the mission today