Messiah of the moths The serpent of the stance Watching from across Pointing through religious chants Maybe what you want Is just too much of me to ask But here out in this darkness One could really use a lamp Cus we pray at the lamp post Oh, we pray at the lamp post Father of the lost The merchant of the path Wanting for the flock To sing the hymns to which we dance Holding up his arms Inciting blindness on his past The children of the province Call upon the promised lamp Cus we pray at the lamp post Oh, we pray at the lamp post But where the fuck did it go Leave the guardian to his foes Forever may he roam The king of Toronto Cus we pray at the lamp post