Lyrics Mother Superior -

Mother Superior

Down at the bus stop all dressed in black
Men with their cases on their way to work
The mother superior walks on by a book in her hand
Been banned on all known book shelves
Into the school yard the children are playing
Tripping away on the caps they bought a lunch break
The Mother Superior walks on by a gun in her hand
She s bound to shoot someone she hates
So you get down on your knees boy — get down on your knees
For the angels would like to play
Get down on your knees boy — get down on your knees
What s the matter you don t like this game
It s called life
The corner shop s doing well these days
On sales of coke cause pepsi don t go down the same
The mother superior runs on by, two cops on her heels
No worries God will make her fly
Faith will take her places, It won t take you or I, you or I
The dog next door tends to bark too loud
No worries as long as it drowns out their youngest cries
The mother superior will whip him in blame
I believe she ll do it in Gods name
So you get down on your knees boy — get down on your knees
For the angels would like to play
Get down on your knees boy — get down on your knees
What the matter you don t like this game
(It s called life)