Hallowed Be Thy Name

There may be an om in moment

But there's very few folk in focus

Not the first, not the last, not the least

You needn't be well to be wealthy

But you've got to be whole to be holy

Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest

Oh this planet of ours is a mess

I bet Heaven's the same

Look the madman said, Son

As a friend, tell me what's in a name

Hallowed be thy name

I give you the state of statesmen

And the key to what motivates them

On the left, on the right, on the nail

Still I don't see a man in a mansion

That an accurate pen won't puncture

Go to town, go to hell, go to jail

And there's bars and saloons

Where the jukebox plays blues in the night

Till the madman says Son

Time to go we could both use some light

And thy will be done

We live in an age of cages

The tale of an ape escaping

In the search for some truth he can use

But many a drunk got drunker

And mostly a thinker, thunker

Set the place, set the time, set the fuse

The optimist laughed and the pessimist cried in his wine

And the madman said Son

Take a word they'll all wake given time

Let thy kingdom come

The madman and I got drunker

Till both thought the other tank you

And we laughed all the way to the stars

The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist's wine

And the madman said Son

How do you feel? I said Me? I feel fine

Lead me into temptation

Into temptation

I said into temptation

I need my allocation of recreation

I want a revelation in degradation

No hesitation, give me variation, give me inspiration