When the Trap Clicks Shut Behind Us - The Mission

They herded us down to the station

Straight onto the cattle train

We ain’t been told our destination

But We know we won’t be back this way again

So tell me how, how in God’s name, will the saints ever find us

When the trap clicks shut behind us

They locked the doors and you and I

We were packed like sardines in a tin

There ain’t no room to sit or lie

We’re just waiting here for our journey to begin

So how the hell, in the good Lord’s name, will the saints ever find us

When the trap clicks shut behind us

Take care not to suffer in your own homes what has been

Inflicted on us here

Heed the lesson well and always remember don’t let

The memory dissapear

We rode for days in that railway car

No fod or water or light to see

And no one hears our scream and cries

When they take our lives They’ll set us free

So tell me how, how in God´s name, will the saints ever find us

So I’ll tell you now, and with no shame, that death will never bind us

When the trap clicks shut behind us