Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife. How sometimes 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 cache. With rewritten histories and a fictional past. And though some of us still have questions to ask. This ship she sails without a captain. Chorus:. Goddamn the Master Race that we're born in. Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving. I've had it up to here . .. And the opposition we ain't doing so well. Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small. And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall. Most of them can't even spell bastard. Chorus:. Goddamn the Master Race that we're born in. Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving. Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows. Down the valley from the mountain snows. On these muggy nights 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. You mean more to me now than you ever did before. As I try to stay away from their clutches. Chorus:. Goddamn the master race that we're born in.