Sister Saint Monica

Sister Saint Monica,

You've got me on my knees.

How can I make up for being human?

I'll make amends.

Striking like a match.

Eyes burning like a church.

Your iron fist wants blood and it gets it.

Shaking like my faith.

Frozen like a lake

With a new habit that's not so black and white.

Sister Saint Monica,

You've got me on my knees.

How can I make up for being human?

I'll make amends.

Sister Saint Monica,

(I miss you giving me hell sometimes.)

You've got me on my knees.

(I wish you down a well sometimes.)

Sister Saint Monica,

(You're never getting off the hook.)

You've got me on my knees.