Sister Saint Monica Testo

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. I miss you giving me hell sometimes. I wish you down a well sometimes. You're never getting off the hook