71st & Citadel

Bring me your sick, bring me your weak,
Bring me your huddled masses
Leave them to me, I'll put them to sleep.
I'll turn their dreams to ashes

71st and Citadel, the house next door to hell
Just don't ask me how it feels
71st and Citadel you cast your spell on me
I just can't tell what is real

On the news there's children starving
Buy a new car and you'll be laughing
Your beautiful wife always dieting
You say you're good and that you're godly
Ignore it all and now you got me
What would Jesus say to you now?
He'd say...

Bring me your sick, bring me your weak,
Bring me ten thousand sailing
What you do to them, you do to me
Her silent lips are waiting

71st and Citadel, the house next door to hell
Just don't ask me how it feels
71st and Citadel you cast your spell on me
I just can't tell what is real

‘Cos you turned a city of dreaming spires
Into pollution and screaming tires
Bring the lost and homeless back to me
Welcome the widows and the orphans
Enslaved, displaced and daily tortures
The masses are yearning to be free
‘Cos Jesus said...

Bring me your sick, bring me your weak,
Bring me your poor in spirit
I'll give it all to them, a gift
The world and all that's in it.

71st and Citadel, the house next door to hell
Just don't ask me how it feels
71st and Citadel you cast your spell on me
I just can't tell what is real

You had your chance, you didn't take it
Twisted it all and tried to fake it
Tell me what you've done lately for me
I hear your weeping and your wailing
It's too late, I'm tired of waiting
Stop, stop, stop your complaining please
‘Cos Jesus said