New Model Army - Master race

Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How some times we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictoral past And though some of us still have questions to ask This ships she sails without a captain Goddamn this masterrace That we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf That we're serving I've had it up to there The opposition we ain't doing so well Our understandings is weak and our knowledge is small And throught kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell basterd bastad bastard Goddamn this masterrace... Sometimes all I know is that cold winds blow Down the valley from the mountain snows On these muggy mights I lie awake And wait for the thunder and the skies to break But they are god and they are strong And they can name the right and wrong And they reclaim the things they own They call us now So Candy please forgive these things that I've done When the Master race calls I know sometimes that I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before As I try to stay away from their clutches Goddamn this masterrace...