Testo Master Race

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