Hallowed Be Thy Name Lyrics - Works, Vol. 1 - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

(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