The balding man sits compiling his next move 
 That mortgage hangs around his neck, now feeling like a noose 
 The new gas bill, oh God, how bad he feels 
 Those kids he can't reject, his emotional success 

 He's a man of set opinion; the weight of the world sits in his hands 
 He just cannot seem to reason so he will never understand 
 They just won't listen to hardly anything he says 
 They simply smile politely, then with one accord turn away 

 A son stands at the pond observing the creation that is nature 
 Mother prepares dinner, roasting bacon taints the air 
 Dog sits as master barks, then leaps lovingly into the car 
 He waves and smiles emotionally, his assurance that they will go far 
 The stakes rise as each owner unfolds plans, men tempt and bait each other, money exchanges hands 
 Animal love now snarling hatred, muzzle unlocked hair raised 
 He smirks from behind the wooden fence and shouts his destitute his praise 

 Teeth tear, blood splashes the face of a young child playing 
 She cries out in disapproval but daddy's now immune to what she is saying 
 Driven mad and into frenzy, limbs torn, skin is shorn 
 Like sex perverts at their peep show, this is the ultimate in porn 

 Eyes glare. Beast and master. Animals both, crazed and weary 
 There can only be one real winner here; the results are now seen clearly 
 Teeth marks bare where fur once protected, flesh hangs dangling in shreds 
 Their faces grimace rejected strips of meat exposed, selected 
 Bloodstains and saliva splatter the fuel of precious life 
 Master and servant segregate the ritual sacrifice 

 The sacrifice of innocents who obeyed the spoken law 
 Tired beyond indurance but the spectators cry for more 
 Death before dishonor a demand that is so obscene 
 The men they appraise each other to keep their conscience clean 
 Laughter hides the guilt they feel at every savage blow 
 Someone whispers "cruelty" but they don't want to know 
 The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life 
 He thinks of all the good things that he has promised to his wife 

 She caught a glimpse of God through the windscreen of his car 
 She tried to rationalise her looks but time don't heal the scars 
 Some vague association she feels with the loser of the stake 
 She stares into those sightless eyes, what use for heaven sake? 
 The TV flickers images of the ideals she once knew 
 The fresh young girls displaying soap to keep us clean and new 
 She shrugs and folds her arms as he constructs the wooden box 
 To hold his faded hope that took the heaviest of knocks 

 Like pissing in the ocean, their options disappear 
 As they think about the overheads, they know the taste of fear 
 Kids to feed and clothing they must show how much they care 
 But how to tell the birthday gift is lying dead out there 

 What should have paid for birthday cards went on the prime cut beef 
 Now celebrations of their birth make way for tears of grief 
 Did only what they thought was best to give some sense of pride 
 To give the kids a place in life and now the dream has died 
 And how to show his love for her, now she repels his touch 
 His remaining sense of manhood kicked away just like a crutch 
 He promised what he couldn't give, the masters ruling word 
 Urged the beast to glory, but the servant never heard