Master and Slave
by the Cherry Poppin' Daddies
No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand.
Think you're drinkin' wine, dad, it's blood of the lamb.
That's no way to treat your son, now is it, Abraham,
After he busted his ass for you?
You've never known hunger, never took a risk.
Though you know you should, you know you'd never raise a first.
If the boss asked you to jump, you know you'd find the nearest cliff.
That man talks down to you,
And you talk down to me too now,
Master and Slave --
In equal parts, split down the middle,
Drinkin' doubles at the bar.
Master and Slave, God bless you both.
I got two for the price of one.
(Such a deal for your only son.)
When will this tension be all over
For fallen sons and fathers too?
I'm down to my last dime,
No faith in mankind.
C'mon let's swing into the groove.
Like Jack Horner backed up in a corner,
But I never saw a slice of no pie.
Too busy standin' in line
Just waitin' for bread.
But the father, he walks the water.
He ain't never tossed a nickel to his son.
Ain't I your prodigal boy?
Ain't I your pride and joy?
Friends and Romans, I'm your brother. I'm scratchin' to hang on
The pursuit of happiness is just a carpetbagger's con
When a can of pork and beans could change my attitude --
You won't give it up but I coulda been you.
While the masters and slaves scratch for pieces of the dream,
For purple mountain majesties, whatever the hell that means.
They give up on each other and that's the way they get ahead.
But I can still see the stars
Through these red, white, and blue prison bars
Master and Slave --
In equal parts, split down the middle,
Drinkin' doubles at the bar.
Master and Slave, God Bless you both,
I got two for the price of one.
(Such a deal for your only son)
from Zoot Suit Riot.