Alright 2016, you've made your point, now calm the **** down.

Now I've heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah...

You say I took the name in vain, I don't even know the name but if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard the holy or the broken Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah...

I did my best, it wasn't much, I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch, I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you. And even though it all went wrong, I'll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah...

- Leonard Cohen, 1934-2016, Rest in paradise.