Jews and the Arabs, Semitic pawns in the master game The player who controls the board Sees them all as the same Basically cannon fodder Left wing and right wing Political pawns in the master game The player who controls the board Sees them all as the same Basically cannon fodder Nobody knows who the enemy is Cause he never goes in hiding He's slitting our throats Right in front of our eyes, While we pull the casket he's riding Better get it together, Better get it together, And see what's happening To you and you and you n******gs and crackers
Racial pawns in the master game The player who controls the board sees them all as the same, basically cannon fodder Industry and War Machine, These are the kings in the master game The player who controls the board And the Kings are the same We are the cannon fodder. Nobody knows who the enemy is Cause he never goes in hiding He's slitting our throats Right in front of our eyes, While we pull the casket he's riding Better get it together, Better get it together, And see what's happening To you and you and you