Oh, give us this day
Fill it up with wheat bread and love songs
Oh, I found it today
In a beaten up folk song primer
It was written

2,000 Years ahead of my time
And nothing else could have been written
Everyone sang it out
And beat their hands on the ground
It was ugly
But it forced him to listen

Oh honestly say
All of our debts are forgiven
Oh, dream it today and
Maybe we will wake up in heaven
It was written