(Royston Langdon)



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



Candyman, candyman, candyman

The candyman took it