(a slightly irreverant and generously interpreted version)
Our Satriani, who art heaven, Joe be thy name,
Thy fingers come, thy lead be done,
By as many as can be found in Heaven.
Give us this day, our daily fix,
And forgive us our dread dead fingers, as we forgive those who know not of you.
And lead us, lead us, lead us, and deliver us from the X factor,
For thine is the stringdom, the rhythm and the story,
And I am just a drummer.
Amen.