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Now every leader 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 mullah
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 our own good time
This version is a more sinister vehicle for my
lyrics which, up till now 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
Hey! Check out the
Flash music version Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow
2005
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