Hallowed Be Thy Name Lyrics

Song	Hallowed Be Thy Name
Artist	Greg Lake
Album	Works: Volume 1
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	(Lake, Sinfield)
	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 thank 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...”

	Lake, Sinfield
	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 thank 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..."

	Lake, Sinfield
	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 thank 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..."

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