Hallowed Be Thy Name - Guignol & Mischief Brew

Words and music by Bill Ancira We will worship the Maker of all things Almighty God, to You our voices sing Hallowed be Thy Name Hallowed be Thy Name You are the Holy One Father, Spirit, Son King of kings and Lord of lords Hallowed be Hallowed be Hallowed be Thy Name

I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low Motherfuckers Running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you" If there's a god, then why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me And though the end is near, I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth So when you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Hallowed be thy name Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Hallowed be thy name

I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there's been some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there's a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul 'cause it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion Hallowed be thy name Hallowed be thy name

Fight dirty. That's what he said After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes. Cue ball corner pocket Blue chalk on his chin Some lonesome balls In a sky of dents Gotta throw them a curveball A swing and a miss Play nicely That's what they taught to me Said share-fairing good sports will do the same But the more that I sweat The more that I bleed While the hotshot on top is counting all his beans He highlit & backspaced my father's factory 'Cause as far back as I can remember The ballfield was never that level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if we're to rise Gotta stand on each others backs And fight dirty. No more fooling around for me With permits and escorts And picnics for peace There's a top to take back Like a bus seat to keep Time to put up your dukes Scratch fight kick and SCREAM I just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed. Fight dirty Hit below the waist That's how it's done to us Behind closed doors each day Laws they don't follow, Treaties they snap With a shake and a putt And the raise of a glass You fixed the game? I'll cheat if I must to take it back. TAKE IT BACK! So I shrug, take a shot He says, "You disagree?" Well go up with the same old And beg of the thieves That your job will be saved Your prisoners freed That you'll stop starving millions And cure the disease See me, I'm the spanner, And they've always got discs to clean 'Cause far back as I can remember The ballfield was never was that level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if we're to rise Gotta stand on each others backs Gotta beat them at their own game Throw the tear gas right back in his face AND FIGHT DIRTY Fight dirty Fight dirty Fight dirty Fight dirty YEAH

Fight dirty. That's what he said After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes. Cue ball corner pocket Blue chalk on his chin Some lonesome balls In A sky of dents Gotta throw them a curveball A swing and a miss Play Nicely That's what they taught to me Said share-fairing good sports Will do the same But the more that I sweat The more that I bleed While the hotshot on top is counting all his Beans He highlit & backspaced my father's factory ' Cause as far back as I can remember The ballfield was never that Level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if We're to rise Gotta stand on each others backs And fight dirty. No more fooling around for me With permits and escorts And picnics For peace There's a top to take back Like a bus seat to keep Time to Put up your dukes Scratch fight kick and SCREAM I Just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed. Fight dirty Hit below the waist That's how it's done to us Behind Closed doors each day Laws they don't follow, Treaties they snap With a shake and a putt And the raise of a glass You fixed the game? I'll cheat if I must to take it back. TAKE IT BACK! So I shrug, take a shot He says, " You disagree?" Well go up with the same old And beg of the thieves That your job will be saved Your prisoners freed That you'll stop Starving millions And cure the disease See me, I'm the spanner, And they've always got discs to clean ' Cause far back as I can remember The ballfield was never was that Level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if we're To rise Gotta stand on each others backs Gotta beat them at their Own game Throw the tear gas right back in his face AND FIGHT DIRTY