Greg Lake — Hallowed Be Thy Name

There may be an 'O' 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 the 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 wouldn'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, a 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