| Lyrics: | Our father
Which art on Wall Street
Honored be thy buck
Thy kingdom came
This
be thy year
>From sea to shining sea
Thou givest me false pride
Funked down by
the riverside
>From every head and ass, may dollars flow
Give us this pay
Our daily
bread
Forgive us our goofs
As we rob from each other
He maketh me to sell dope
to small children
For thou art evil
And we adore thee
Thy destruction and thy
power
They comfort me
My Cadillac and my pinky ring
They restoreth me in
thee
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of poverty
I must feel their
envy
For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies
That go along with the good god big
buck
To your horse
A ? grows there
Ahead in time, the unexpected soul-searching
beam of the strobe
But now, the stairway looms
And as I rise
The cries of kittens,
gray, make way
For there, now near
Here now, gone, alone
I feel my wrist, it flicks
the switch
No lights reveal the room or me
She sees, then panics, grabs a light
I
scream, silent comforts that are not heard
I panic, for I have not said a word
Hysteria
hold the room in sway
I run, I back away, to hide
>From what?
>From fear?
The
truth, the light?
Is truth the light |
