 Sisters of mercy lyrics ( Weddings parties anything )   
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 Rate Sisters Of Mercy
Artist : Weddings parties anything
Song : Sisters of mercy
(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...
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