Mission Bells Moan

I feel the death of sorrow
I'm yours wether you want me or not
My reputation for danger
And my body breaking apart
Drunk on the bowery
Fire at my feet
My body's a temple
Your hammer is striking
Mission bells moan, mission bells moan
Mission bells moanin', inside me

My god your naked body
The side of your breast as you turn to me
For you my eyes are holy
For you forever my love will be
I see the saints all strung out
All in a line and around the block
For love for food for shelter
For you, forever my love will be