Alice Cooper – Hallowed Be My Name

Gather round right now

and hear me whisper

the words of the prison

the words of laughter

The lords and the ladies

were fixing their hair-dos

cursing their lovers

cursing the Bible

Hallow-ed by my name

yelling at fathers

screaming at mothers

Hallow-ed by my name

come all you sinners

Come now in your glory

and my ears will listen

to your dirty stories

you’re fighting to go up

you’re sure on your way down

cursing their lovers

cursing the Bible

Sluts and the hookers

have taken your money

The queens are out dancing

but now it’s not funny

‘Cause there goes one walkinaway with your sonny

cursing their lovers

cursing the Bible