作词 : Monsters of Folk

作曲 : Monsters of Folk

Mohammed rolling dice with Christ at twilight

And they hear their master's voice

They run to do their chores

At master's calling

Their job tonight, re-write the Bible

For a whole new generation of non-believers

The pastor screams out to the crowd

"There's evil that must be put down!"

And it touches the soldier boy

He heeds his master's voice

His life is calling

Sweet soldier boy, the speaker's bleeding

He hears his master's voice

Do you hear your master's voice?

Calling, like the lady siren's call

Sweet soldier, quiet, just staring at the ceiling

And he hears his master's voice

He hears the call to war

The siren's singing

Out on the line

There's something that strikes his side

He sees his inner child, he hears his mother's voice

Softly calling

Spirit soldier's mother hovers

She holds up a paper cup

And the sound of life and love fills her ear

You're only gonna hear what you want to hear

Do you hear your master's voice now?

Mohammed and Christ speak twice as nice

But the one that I like best

He sings inside my chest

I hear my master calling

Callin' out, callin' out...