The slave of man is starving
I write on his behalf
If he isn't worth saving
Then I'll have the final laugh
If all we do is spoil and break like shards of glass
Then do we miss the horns do we missed the brass
When it's cold and dark he'll fight
But what for if he is not right
Because I got the chains off of my feet
And he put them back around my neck
And God if Grace can set me free
Then come on down bail me out
Pay this ransom for me
The slave of man's submissive
He does what I command
He's frail and weak I have him
In the palm of my hand
Addicted to the fever he'll crawl back like a mutt
And love every single lash every single cut
Outgunned so he'll choose to hide
Pretend like he never died
Because I got the chains off of my feet
And he put them back around my neck
And God if Grace can set me free
Then come on down bail me out
Pay this ransom for me
When it's cold and dark we fight
But what for what for
Because I got the chains off of my feet
And he put them back around my neck
And God if Grace can set me free
Then come on down bail me out
Pay this ransom for me