Praise our king Light fails at dawn The moon is gone And deadly the night reigns Finally I've found myself In these lands

In comes the flood Wake up America (America, America, I shed these words for thee) All hail Praises be to thee Oh ye paper deity As we hail our sacred cow To the bankers we will bow Endless profit from their wars Making slaves of all the poor

Say your prayers All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!) Show praise with your body Stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!) And if you can't stop shaking, lean back Let it move right through ya (hallelujah!) (Hallelujah!) Then the time

You live without shame You’re digging up a gold mine Standing on the sidelines You are caught up in your gravity Watching through the looking glass Singing your own praise I would not expect you felt alone in standing north Better to rise above the