Eulogy and Light Lyrics

Song	Eulogy and Light
Artist	Funkadelic
Album	Free Your Mind...And Your Ass Will Follow
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	作词 : Harris
	Our father
	Which art on Wall Street
	Honored be thy buck
	Thy kingdom came
	This be thy year
	From sea to shining sea
	Thou givest me false pride
	Funked down by the riverside
	From every head and ass
	may dollars flow
	Give us this pay
	Our daily bread
	Forgive us our goofs
	As we rob from each other
	He maketh me to sell dope to small children
	For thou art evil
	And we adore thee
	Thy destruction and thy power
	They comfort me
	My Cadillac and my pinky ring
	They restoreth me in thee
	Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of poverty
	I must feel their envy
	For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies
	That go along with the good god big buck
	To young whores
	in muck grows there
	Ahead in time
	the unexpected soul-searching beam of the strobe
	But now, the stairway looms
	And as I rise
	The cries of kittens, gray, make way
	For there, now near
	Here now, gone, alone
	I feel my wrist, it flicks the switch
	No lights reveal the room or me
	She sees, then panics, grabs a light
	I scream, silent comforts that are not heard
	I panic, for I have not said a word
	Hysteria hold the room in sway
	I run, I back away, to hide
	From what?
	From fear?
	The truth, the light?
	Is truth the light?

	zuo ci : Harris
	Our father
	Which art on Wall Street
	Honored be thy buck
	Thy kingdom came
	This be thy year
	From sea to shining sea
	Thou givest me false pride
	Funked down by the riverside
	From every head and ass
	may dollars flow
	Give us this pay
	Our daily bread
	Forgive us our goofs
	As we rob from each other
	He maketh me to sell dope to small children
	For thou art evil
	And we adore thee
	Thy destruction and thy power
	They comfort me
	My Cadillac and my pinky ring
	They restoreth me in thee
	Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of poverty
	I must feel their envy
	For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies
	That go along with the good god big buck
	To young whores
	in muck grows there
	Ahead in time
	the unexpected soulsearching beam of the strobe
	But now, the stairway looms
	And as I rise
	The cries of kittens, gray, make way
	For there, now near
	Here now, gone, alone
	I feel my wrist, it flicks the switch
	No lights reveal the room or me
	She sees, then panics, grabs a light
	I scream, silent comforts that are not heard
	I panic, for I have not said a word
	Hysteria hold the room in sway
	I run, I back away, to hide
	From what?
	From fear?
	The truth, the light?
	Is truth the light?

	zuò cí : Harris
	Our father
	Which art on Wall Street
	Honored be thy buck
	Thy kingdom came
	This be thy year
	From sea to shining sea
	Thou givest me false pride
	Funked down by the riverside
	From every head and ass
	may dollars flow
	Give us this pay
	Our daily bread
	Forgive us our goofs
	As we rob from each other
	He maketh me to sell dope to small children
	For thou art evil
	And we adore thee
	Thy destruction and thy power
	They comfort me
	My Cadillac and my pinky ring
	They restoreth me in thee
	Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of poverty
	I must feel their envy
	For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies
	That go along with the good god big buck
	To young whores
	in muck grows there
	Ahead in time
	the unexpected soulsearching beam of the strobe
	But now, the stairway looms
	And as I rise
	The cries of kittens, gray, make way
	For there, now near
	Here now, gone, alone
	I feel my wrist, it flicks the switch
	No lights reveal the room or me
	She sees, then panics, grabs a light
	I scream, silent comforts that are not heard
	I panic, for I have not said a word
	Hysteria hold the room in sway
	I run, I back away, to hide
	From what?
	From fear?
	The truth, the light?
	Is truth the light?

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