Oh hear my prayer you people please

Incline your tiny minds to me

It's time to kiss the candyman

It's high time you were here instead of

Fighting I don't want to fight

But if by chance the cold wind blows I've

Got the drugs to keep it up

Well I know which way the money goes

Up and down the city road

In and out we reap and sow

Rewards I've lost and never known

Which way the money goes



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Candyman, candyman, candyman

The candyman took it

Candyman, candyman, candyman

The money go round



So up and down the city roads

In and out we reap and sow

The rewards I've lost and never known

Which way the money grows



Money grows on money trees

Pay the price for liberties and then

All we've lost is all we need

To feed those wilting seedlings



There's more than stones and sticks at stake

If you pull a rope tight it will create

A tension like a brick will break

If thrown against the road



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Now the air is stinking breath

Like those who piss on thirsty men

I'll raise my glass to all of them

In come the assholes who can smell the money

As they chase the blood and flesh as though they

Only ever had enough to keep their withered spirits up



There's more than stones and sticks at stake

If you pull a rope tight it will create

A tension like a brick will break

If thrown against the road



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