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The doors to the mission open at sevenAnd the soup will be ready about nineRight now it's six-thirty, they're ragged and dirtyThey're standin' and sittin' and layin' in lineFirst they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'And get saved for the 3rd time this weekA bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulderAnd by midnight, they're back on the streetThey walk to the corner of 4th street and BroadwayThen take the first alley on the rightOne of them asks a stranger, "How 'bout a hand"?And he gives 'em one finger at a timeThen they spot an old buddy with a bottle of heavenThen pass around what means everythingOne bottle for four, thank God, someone scoredAnd now the midnight choir starts to singWill they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we'd all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don't, who the hell wants to go?Will they have Mogen David in Heaven?Letras de cancionesDear Lord, we'd all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don't, who the hell wants to go?If they don't, who the hell wants to go, dear good God?Will they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we'd all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don't, who the hell wants to go? From Letras Mania