Our Godfather

Our godfather,
Who art of house,
Hallowed are these floors,
The beat's never done,
The strings well-sung,
On earth as it is in heaven.
You gave us your heart,
Our daily dose,
Along with the drum and bass.
The horns rang true,
From your soul to our ears,
You led us throughout,
Many a night,
Into temptation.
We forgive those
Who do not know
That home is where the house is.

The kingdom, the power, and the sound
Are your now and forever.
World without end.
Amen. Without end, world.

Home is where the house is.
And the sound, now, and forever.