Back to the Lyric page
This version of the "Master's Song" was inspired in 2004 by watching Fahrenheit 911, Neil Young's song which played at the end with the subtitles was, "Rockin' in the Free World" and it helped me find a more sinister vehicle for my lyrics which, up till then had sounded like a cross between a church choir and a British workman's song from the beginning of the 20th century - if you can imagine that!

Click here to see original version

Master's Song/MP3
Hey! Check out the Flash music version

More artwork...

Now every master 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

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 mulla
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 out own good time

 

Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 2005

Back to the Lyric page