Sisters_of_No_Mercy (1).mp3 (Remix)

[Verse 1] Black and white is the hammer, but her knuckles glowin’ red. Got a rosary for a weapon, sending demons to their bed. Sister Agnes with the holy‑water Super Soaker held like dread — Talkin’ smack about the blessed? Say a prayer for your head instead. She’s got the list in her pocket, Night shift, cross it with a twist. No more Sister‑Nice‑Nun sweetness, She’s the storm you can’t resist. Yeah, she sins a little sideways, But the Good Book keeps her pinned — Still it’s *you* who’s in the trouble When she whispers, “Let’s begin.” [Pre‑Chorus] Agnes walks like judgment day, Boots on tile, echo sway. Every sinner kneels to pray, But she’s not here to play. [Chorus] We’re the Sisters of No Mercy, baby — We don’t flinch and we don’t miss. If you’re beggin’ for forgiveness, We’ll deliver it with fists. Goodness is a virtue, sure, But we’ve got a holy hunch: You won’t learn a single lesson ’Til you hear that sacred *crunch.* Sisters of No Mercy, honey — Eating sinners up for lunch. [Verse 2] Sister Mary’s got the ruler — thirty inches, forged of tin. Gonna measure out your penance With a swipe across your guilty chin. She’s the queen of righteous fury, She’s the patron saint of “Try me.” If you’re thinkin’ you can dodge her, Boy, your odds are lookin’ tiny. She’s got the list, she’s checkin’ names, Crossin’ off your petty games. No more Sister‑Nice‑Nun honey, We’re too tired to be tame. We defied divine intervention With a one‑two holy punch — If you’re snackin’ on temptation, Then she’s serving up the crunch. [Pre‑Chorus] Mary swings like thunder cracks, Tin ruler ready to attack. Every sinner back to back, She’s the whole damn zodiac. [Chorus] We’re the Sisters of No Mercy, baby — We don’t flinch and we don’t miss. If you’re beggin’ for forgiveness, We’ll deliver it with fists. Goodness is a virtue, sure, But we’ve got a holy hunch: You won’t