Our finger who art in the hole
Remov-ed be thy aim
Thy finger come,
Thy punch will be done,
On arm as it is rubbed away,
Give us this day our daily punch
And forgive us our finger misses,
As we forgive those that win against us,
And lead us not into cheating,
But deliver us from repeating,
For thine is the hole,
The finger and the beating,
Forever and ever,
Blessed be.
Writer(s): Patrick Lange, Rainer Ehrig-braun
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