Invictus

In times of great need boy Find yourself on your knees Praying to a God in whom You don't even believe Sad can not compute Can not give pursuit To the root of the loot boy Oh, don't open the boot I've been trying for the door I've been trying for the door And in trying for the Vying for the Crying from my soul Say if you follow the money You hollow the hole Steal finger, sticky honey And sick iffy notes I've been trying for the dough And in trying for the dough I'm trying for the I'm crying from the Crying from my soul In times of great need boy We find ourselves on our knees Begging to a God in whom We don't even believe Still, I'm trying for the dough Trying for the dough And in trying for the Crying from the Crying from my soul Yes, I'm trying for the dough And crying for my soul And in trying for the Vying for the Crying from my soul