Weddings Parties Anything Sisters Of Mercy Lyrics

(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...