Mother Superior Lyrics

Mother Superior lyrics

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)