Henry Ate - 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)