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Master Race
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(Sullivan)
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Well we all learned how to use a fork and a 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 the right
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To go around the world acting superior
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We live with missiles 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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Ch:
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Goddamn this master race that we're born in
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Goddamn this howling wolf 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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Our understanding 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 bastard
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Ch
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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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And wait 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 they can name the right and 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 sometimes 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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Ch
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Master Race
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