Lyrics His Master's Voice - Monsters Of Folk

His Master's Voice

Mohammed rolling dice
With Christ at twilight
And they hear their master’s voice
They run to do their chores
At Master’s calling
Their job tonight
Rewrite the Bible
For a whole new generation
Of non-believers
The pastor screams out to the crowd
«There's evil that must be put down»
And it touches the soldier boy
He heeds his master’s voice
His life is calling
Sweet soldier boy
The speaker’s bleeding
He hears his master’s voice
Do you hear your master’s voice?
Calling, like the lady siren’s call
Sweet soldier, quiet
Just staring at the ceiling
And he hears his master’s voice
He hears the call to war
The siren’s singing
Out on the line
There’s something that strikes his side
He sees his inner child
He hears his mother’s voice
Softly calling
Spirit soldier’s mother hovers
She holds up a paper cup
And the sound of life and love
Fills her ear
You’re only gonna hear what you want to hear
Do you hear your master’s voice now?
Mohammed and Christ speak twice as nice
But the one that I like best
He sings inside my chest
I hear my master calling
Calling out