Hello.
The
Dove
Recording
Corporation has combined the talent
and experience of
Hollywood's
outstanding musical directors, artists,
and technicians to produce music.
Music of an
integrity that fulfills all the exacting demands of you, you,
the professional funeral director.
God damn, I get religious
when that cyclone blows
Shelter door is locked and nature
is out of control
I was a white, successful,
Eurocentric male
I thought my life was stressful
till my mentors went to jail
I fell off of the top of the tower
A balance consumer
Cum laude to a third world
ramble
I miss the dough
The dollars and the dimmers
I miss that blimmer of hope
I miss the giver
We were the master race
We held the master card
And now it's over
I'm paying for the sins of my fathers,
and the sins of my brothers, and those before them
God damn, my white world is crumbling down
Great white fathers,
my world has died behind the clouds
The hellhound has escaped
from the pound
I've got to pump iron,
I can 't pump gas
Av erick is at the gate and
he shall pass
We gave them science,
they wanted superstition
We gave them the
Magna
Carta, they wanted
malediction
We were the master race, we held the
Master
Card
And now it's over, I've been gone so far
I'm paying for the sins of my fathers and the
sins of my brothers and those before them
God damn, my white world is crumbling down
I ain't got the time to listen to
them too much anymore, anyhow
Oh!
God damn the guillotine's comin'
My right foot is crumblin' down
You