Jews and the Arabs,
Semitic pawns in the master game
The player who controls the board
Sees them all as the same
Basically cannon fodder
Left wing and right wing
Political pawns in the master game
The player who controls the board
Sees them all as the same
Basically cannon fodder

Nobody knows who the enemy is
Cause he never goes in hiding
He's slitting our throats
Right in front of our eyes,
While we pull the casket he's riding
Better get it together,
Better get it together,
And see what's happening
To you and you and you

Niggers and crackers
Racial pawns in the master game
The player who controls the board sees them all as the same,
basically cannon fodder
Industry and War Machine,
These are the kings in the master game
The player who controls the board
And the Kings are the same
We are the cannon fodder.

Nobody knows who the enemy is
Cause he never goes in hiding
He's slitting our throats
Right in front of our eyes,
While we pull the casket he's riding
Better get it together,
Better get it together,
And see what's happening
To you and you and you