Oh hear my prayer you people please    Incline your tiny minds to me    It's time to kiss the candyman    It's high time you were here instead of    Fighting, I don't want to fight    But if by chance the cold wind blows I've    Got the drugs to keep it up    Well I know which way the money goes    Up and down the city road    In and out we reap and sow    Rewards I've lost and never known    Which way the money goes       (Chorus)   Candyman, candyman, candyman    The candyman took it    Candyman, candyman, candyman    The money go round       So up and down the city roads    In and out we reap and sow    The rewards I've lost and never known    Which way the money grows       Money grows on money trees    Pay the price for liberties and then    All we've lost is all we need    To feed those wilting seedlings       There's more than stones and sticks at stake    If you pull a rope tight it will create    A tension like a brick will break    If thrown against the road       (Chorus)      Now the air is stinking breath    Like those who piss on thirsty men    I'll raise my glass to all of them    In come the assholes who can smell the money    As they chase the blood and flesh as though they    Only ever had enough to keep their withered spirits up       There's more than stones and sticks at stake    If you pull a rope tight it will create    A tension like a brick will break    If thrown against the road       (Chorus)