Sisters Of Mercy Lyrics

Sisters Of Mercy lyrics

(Thomas) Oh the winds they were howlin' both ragged and cold Through the grey
Melbourne streets in the pre-Christmas days, And the Sisters of Mercy looked
out through their tents At the fires in petrol drums, they seemed to say Have
we come to this, is it all we can do, To sit here and wait, to see the thing
through? But to dig in their heels was a thing they'd been taught, So they
painted a sign and it said, "Blow your horn if you support". Oh Sister of
Mercy, why can't they see, That a daughter of charity you'll never be. It's a
wicked old game that the government plays, When they treat you like dogs, then
you must have your day. It's a telephone vote, everyone grab your phones, All
the people dial in from their luxury homes, It was easy to do, far too easily
done, Well the thumbs they went down, it was three against one. And none of us
now can know how that felt, But they strengthened their stance and they
tightened their belts, And the papers they all said "no beer for Christmas", It
seemed such a shame While the nurses sat out in the wind and the rain. Oh Sister
of Mercy, why can't they see, That a daughter of charity you'll never be. It's a
wicked old game that the government plays, When they treat you like dogs, then
you must have your day. Well the girl on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments bitter and bold, But I could not help wonder
what she got for Christmas, And was there a story we hadn't been told. In the
newsroom, at the breakup the whole thing was fine, But they never drank beer,
the bastards drank wine. While down on the pickets they cared not for beer,
Just for health, just for welfare, Just for their hard fought careers. Oh
Sister of Mercy, why can't they see, That a daughter of charity you'll never
be. It's a wicked old game that the government plays, When they treat you like
dogs, then you must have your day When they treat you like dogs, then you must
have your day You will have your day, someday...