Master

On your knees for the Masters In the will of your own mind Sacrifice society And become a better kind Stand back all you preachers Stop looking to the skies We are your Masters We need no disguise Your presidential savior His bloody pope and clan They're still all stinking vultures They're scandalous when they can Strike your idols down And wear the Master's crown We'll curse this evil world We'll wear this Master's crown You are your Master So set your soul free Forget your wimpy idols And your blinded eyes will see