Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Hallowed be thy name

There may be an '^EmOm' in 'moment' But there's very few ^Emfolk in 'focus' Not the ^Cfirst, not the ^Am7last, not the ^Emleast You needn't be ^Emwell to be wealthy But you've got to be ^Emwhole to be holy Fetch the ^Crope, fetch the ^Am7clock, fetch the ^Empriest

Oh this ^Amplanet of ours is a mess I bet heaven's the ^Emsame Look the ^Ammadman said 'Son As a friend tell me what's in a ^B7name.' ^Am7Hallowed be thy ^Emname

I give you the ^Emstate of statesmen And the key to what ^Emmotivates them On the ^Cleft, on the ^Am7right, on the ^Emnail Still I don't see a ^Emman in a mansion That an accurate ^Empen wouldn't puncture Go to ^Ctown, go to ^Am7hell, go to ^Emjail

And there's ^Ambars and saloons Where the jukebox plays blues in the ^Emnight Till the ^Ammadman says 'Son Time to go we could both use some ^B7light' ^A7And thy will be ^Emdone

We live in an ^Emage of cages The tale of an ^Emape escaping In the ^Csearch for some ^Am7truth he can ^Emuse But many a ^Emdrunk got drunker And mostly a ^Emthinker, a thunker Set the ^Cplace, set the ^Am7time, set the ^Emfuse

The ^Amoptimist laughed and the pessimist cried in his ^Emwine And the ^Ammadman said 'Son Take a word they'll all wake given ^B7time' ^Am7Let thy kingdom ^Emcome

The madman and ^EmI got drunker 'Til both thought the ^Emother thank you And we ^Claughed all the ^Am7way to the ^Emstars

The ^Amoptimist asked for a taste of the pessimist's ^Emwine And the ^Ammadman said 'son How do you feel?' I said 'Me? I feel ^B7fine ^Am7Lead me into temp^Emtation Into temp^Emtation I said into temp^Emtation I need my all^Emocation, of recre^Emation I want a reve^Emlation, in degra^Emdation No hesi^Emtation, give me vari^Emation, give me inspir^Emation