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 I know which way the money goes
Up and down the city road In and out we'll reap and sow Rewards for all the sins I know which way the money goes
candyman, candyman, candyman the candyman took it. The Money-go-round
So up and down the city roads In and out we raped and sow The rewards I've lost and never known which way the money grows
Money grows on monitories you pay the price for liberties then all we've lost is all we need to feed these 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 Candyman, candyman, candyman the candyman took it. Oh yeah!
Breathe now the air of stinking breath like those who piss on thirsty men I'll raise my glass to all of them Income 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