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Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife |
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How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie |
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And understand these things are what give us the right |
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To go around the world acting superior |
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We live with missiles and the armaments cache |
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With rewritten histories and a fictional past |
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And though some of us still have questions to ask |
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This ship, she sails without a captain |
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Ch: Goddamn the Master Race that we're born in |
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Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving |
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I've had it up to here . . . |
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And the opposition, we ain't doing so well |
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Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small |
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And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall |
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Most of them can't even spell bastard |
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Ch: Goddamn the Master Race that we're born in |
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Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving |
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Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows |
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Down the valley from the mountain snows |
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On these muggy nights I lie awake |
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And wait for the thunder and the skies to break |
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But they are god and they are strong |
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And they can tell the right and wrong |
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And they reclaim the things they own |
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They call us now . . . |
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So Candy please forgive these things that I've done |
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When the Master Race calls I know sometimes that I run |
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You mean more to me now than you ever did before |
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As I try to stay away from their clutches |
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Ch: Goddamn the master race that we're born in |
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Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving |
