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)