Master's House

You won’t need a dime to board in the master’s house
You won’t need a dime to board in the master’s house
'Cause he’ll sell you a thousand for a hundred and tell you the rest is on loan
'Til you try to build a house of your own;
You owe every crossbeam and stone
You won’t need a dime
You won’t need a tool to work in the master’s field
You won’t need a tool to work in the master’s field
'Cause he’ll tell you that works beneath you 'til your shirt’s hanging off like
a sheet
Then suddenly the work of your hands
Is just keeping out of well-laid plans
You won’t need a tool
You won’t need a sin to pray in the master’s church
You won’t need a sin to pray in the master’s church
Every reason they give you to fall at their feet and be saved
For wars that their grandfathers waged
How easily the heart of man is tamed
You won’t need a sin
You won’t need a guide to find the master’s door
You won’t need a guide to find the master’s door
Cause everyone who’s gone before you been pounding you down to the floor
While we were plotting his end
He bought all our land and moved in
You won’t need a guide
'Cause the master rules where the master divides