"The Master's Song" by Stephen Goodfellow

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Lyrics: Now every leader worth his salt knows to keep you on the run 'Cause in doing so you'll never know what you are running from And every master worth his name knows the measure of his slave There's a time for using kindness and a time to use the stave Here's your TV and your paper That's my power, I'm your raper I shall lead you with persuasion To a prison called a nation Well, it's plain to anybody who has sense enough to see That the chains that I have bound you with are the chains that you call freedom And I never cease to be amazed with the ease I feed you lies When you've cleaned your plate it'll be too late and you'll never realize Here's religion and your Savior That's my power, I'm your raper I shall lead you as a great king To a prison of your making (Whistle) You must obey There is no way you shall be free While there is me There are people who will follow masters they have chose to lead There are reasons that can justify the need for poverty Like a moth into a candle flame you will burn your wings on the master's game As you seek to please the ruler On your leash you only strain Here's your TV and your paper That's my power, I'm your raper I shall lead you with persuasion To a prison called a nation ( Come stand by me Close so you can't see Yield what I crave You are my slave) And the Earth does spin asteroids fall in volcanoes do explode they will do us all in And we can't see 'cause of our hard-wired brains will send us to the mullah or to pray with the saints So we chase our tails and play our silly games with a bit in your mouth master pulling on the reigns The master drinks wine the slave tows the line and we all go to hell in our own good time

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