Your faith is not faithful
You grace has no grace
Your mercy shows no mercy
Is there nowhere out of this place?

There's a baby crying softly
In a dark and dangerous place
She's imprisoned by no language
Fear grips her tiny face
In God's house she's held a hostage
By a cruel and heartless mob
There's some rules they think God's written
And it justifies their job

Sisters of Mercy
Daughters of hell
They always weave
Their webs of flies
And wrap you in their wicked spell
Sisters of Mercy,
Masters of pain
They tried to crucify your innocence
And do it in God's name

from Sisters of Mercy by Cher