Now I Lay me down to sleep
I pray Shangri-La My soul to keep
But if I'm dead, before I wake
I pray to Ninjas
My axe to take
Pass it on
From clown to clown
And all have fun
From the underground
Swinging hatchets
Now world wide
Hatchets held high
Now that is juggalo pride
Our father of Shangri-La
Hallowed be they name
If the world turns over
Save me from the fiery rain
Keep me pure, keep me clean
As the lotus grows,
I ask ye for forgiveness.
Keep me from the crows
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