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?