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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



Yeah, 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 holds the room in sway

I back away I run, I back away to hide

From what? From fear? The truth, the light?

Is truth the light?


Mirror lyrics:

Is truth the light?

From what? From fear? The truth, the light?

I back away I run, I back away to hide

Hysteria holds the room in sway



I panic, for I have not said a word

I scream, silent comforts that are not heard

She sees, then panics, grabs a light

No lights reveal the room or me

I feel my wrist, it flicks the switch



For there, now near, here now, gone, alone

The cries of kittens, gray, make way

But now, the stairway looms and as I rise

Soul-searching beam of the strobe

Ahead in time, the unexpected

To your horse a [Incomprehensible] grows there



That go along with the good God, big buck

For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies

Of poverty, I must feel their envy

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow



My Cadillac and my pinky ring, they restoreth me in thee

Thy destruction and thy power, they comfort me

For thou art evil and we adore thee

He maketh me to sell dope to small children



Forgive us our goofs as we rob from each other

Give us this pay, our daily bread

From every head and ass may dollars flow

Thou givest me false pride, funked down by the riverside



From sea to shining sea

Thy kingdom came, this be thy year

Honored be thy buck

Our father which art on Wall Street


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