I can't even look at you, in fact i look away
Forefathers, well fuck them
The dead don't ever pay
If this is what they had in mind
I'm pissing on their graves
A spoiled breed of royalty
Waited on by slaves
Go on, become the man
Preserve the master plan
And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate
Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate
Go on, become the man
Preserve the master plan
To the next motherfucker counts a false return
Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
So as the bugles run through taps
You think we're all content with scraps
Well hold the phone and stop the show
I've got to tell you something
You think we'll learn, but not so fast
As body parts land in our laps
Bury the bones of the unknown
No one should die for nothing
Go on, become the man
Preserve the master plan
And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate
Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate
Go on, become the man
Preserve the master plan
To the next motherfucker counts a false return
Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
(Breakdown)
I dip the cloth in gasoline
I light the match
I burn it clean
What of the times and the uprisings
Lead us to this land
Servants stormed the castle, grabbed the king
Took his head in hand
There was a time when currency was based on something real
A time when honor drove the fight
That time is gone
There's something wrong
Go on, become the man
Preserve the master plan
And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate
Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate
Go on, become the man
Preserve the master plan
To the next motherfucker counts a false return
Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
Fuck. the. master. plan.