When The Master Calls Lyrics - Jerry Leger

WHEN THE MASTER CALLS 

You know you move it 

You know you run it into the very lovely ground 

Will you be coming to see our world burning down 

You're like a wrecking yard in a great meadow 

That's been torched for its beauty and taste 

Will you be coming to see what it takes to make us break 

I don't need an advisor 

I don't need to be a survivor 

I'm ok with whatever happens to me 

I'll drink my coffee 

You won't ever make me worry 

I learned about all that in grade three 

We're dumb and able 

We toss cane on the table 

But you cut through laughter like a blade of bad news 

Will you be coming with your pistol and bottle of clues 

You can sing all your sad notes 

Steal all my nice clothes 

Tear pages out of books of poetry 

The world goes in cycles 

We're all dancing on the tight rope 

What you do won't bother me 

I'm enlightened 

I've got my feathered pen 

And some paper from the jailhouse walls 

Will you be coming to see me when the master calls 

Will you be coming to see me when the master calls