Mission

The streets are protection
Wise men say
To freeze your perfection
Wise men say

What if we could feel the power
What if we worshiped the clown

The streets are affection
And I am so naive
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Was this the right direction
It's absence without leave

What if we could feel the power
What if we worshiped the clown
And when we reached the darkest hour
Maybe he would be around
Maybе he would be around

Which way should I be goin' on
And is thеre someone lookin' after
When will I know if I have won
Will I be lookin' back in laughter
Don't know if I have just begun
And what's my mission
Who's my master

What if we could feel the power
What if we worshiped the clown
And when we reached the darkest hour
Maybe he would be around
Maybe God would be around
Maybe God would be around