| Well we all learned how to use a fork and 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 this right
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| To go around the world acting superior
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| We live with missles and the armaments cash
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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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| The ship she sails without a captain
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| Goddam this master race
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| That we’re born in
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| Goddam this howling wolf
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| That we’re serving
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| I’ve had it up to here…
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| The opposition, we ain’t doing so well
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| I understadning 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 basatard
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| Goddam this master race
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| That we’re born in
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| Goddam this howling wolf
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| 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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| Waiting 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 the can name the right and the 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 sometime that I run
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| And 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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| Goddam this master race
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| That we’re born in
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| Goddam this howling wolf
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| That we’re serving |