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
Chorus 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
Chorus
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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