Look Away - Mower

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