Servitude Lyrics - Give A Monkey A Brain And He'll Swear He's The Center Of The Universe - Fishbone

Who, who do you serve? 

For whose empire and for whose whims? 

Is your honor judged by men? 

Will you lie? 

Will you lie if they say it's their will? 

Will you die or continue to kill? 

Until the generals all have their fill 

Craven cowards 

Armchair warriors 

You will serve them well 

What, what will you write? 

For whose pleasure, for whose delight? 

Will your readers see your light? 

Will you say that the singer can't blow you away? 

That we hate people just 'cause theyre gay 

Women and children all stay away 

To whom, whom do you pray? 

Do dollars wash your sins away? 

Does God love cold hard cash? 

Do you say, if we all just continue to pay 

All our ailments will go away 

And our souls will be saved 

God's not with you 

Holy roller 

Your heart dwells in hell 

Why, why do you run? 

Our awareness has spoiled your fun 

Our eyes see you too clear 

Will you hide 

From the joy of expressing our pride 

For the leaders and people who've died 

While combating your genocide 

Chains are breaking 

Minds are waking 

Soon we'll serve no more