Our Mother, which art in LAX,
Hallowed be thy Dollar Sign.
Thy Third Album come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bops.
And forgive us our drags,
As we forgive them that drag our fave.
And lead us not into ship-jumping,
But deliver us from Dr. Luke.
For thine is the contract,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
