Sister Mercy took me dancing

through the minefields of my mind

where in some vast and empty space

we came up on the skeleton

of the man I used to be.

 

Sister Mercy took me dancing

through the minefields of my mind

to a place of pain and shame

where the children suffered,and

mothers cried tears of want, where

hunger was more then just a word.

 

Sister Mercy took me dancing

through the minefields of my mind

to a place so dark and red

where the demons wore uniforms

the devils suicide belts.

 

Sister Mercy took me dancing.