Sullivan



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...





Produced by Glyn Jones

Engineered by Blyn Jones and Stuart Stawman

Thanks also to Andy Mason and Ethan Johns



Harmonica on "Poison Street" and "Ballad" by Mark 'The Harp'

Feltham



(C) 1986 EMI Records Ltd