Much Master Songtext
von James Elkington

Try and chance your arm, backwards through the reeds
Through miles of pine and wire, space increasing speed
Don′t you lose your grip, or the iron-on frown
As much the master, is the hand
Acceleration blues, songs from door to door
From the cathouse of kings, Cologne
To my brother's southern moors
He could be mistaken or a misremembered man
As much the master, as the hand