Hallowed Be Thy Name - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

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 by 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.

Sill 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

Told 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’dyou 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 degredation

No hesitation

Give me variation

Give me inspiration

Celebration…

Elevation…