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. Sister Saint Monica, (I miss you giving me hell sometimes.) You've got me on my knees. (I wish you down a well sometimes.) Sister Saint Monica, (You're never getting off the hook.) You've got me on my knees.