Mohammed rolling dice
With Christ at twilight
And they hear their masters voice
They run to do their chores
At Masters calling
Their job tonight
Rewrite the Bible
For a whole new generation
Of non-believers
The pastor screams out to the crowd
Theres evil that must be put down
And it touches the soldier boy
He heeds his masters voice
His life is calling
Sweet soldier boy
The speakers bleeding
He hears his masters voice
Do you hear your masters voice?
Calling, like the lady sirens call
Sweet soldier, quiet
Just staring at the ceiling
And he hears his masters voice
He hears the call to war
The sirens singing
Out on the line
Theres something that strikes his side
He sees his inner child
He hears his mothers voice
Softly calling
Spirit soldiers mother hovers
She holds up a paper cup
And the sound of life and love
Fills her ear
Youre only gonna hear what you want to hear
Do you hear your masters 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
Calling out, calling out, calling out, calling out, calling out