I’m worried about the things you say
You’ve got your arms wide open again
Your arms wide open again

I’m worried about the things you do
With your arms wide open again
Your arms wide open again

I’m worries about the things you want
I’m worried ‘bout the thing you want from me
Your arms wide open again

I’m Worried about the things you’ll seek
With your love and your faith and emotion
With your love and your faith and devotion
And your arms wide open again

You send in your word
Like a master of the game
Master of the game
My master

I’m worried about the things you need
I’m worried ‘bout the things you need from me
With your arms wide open again

I’m worried about the things you see
With your love and your faith and devotion
With your love and your faith and emotion
And your arms wide open again

And you bring in your gods
Like a master of the game
Master of the game
My Master

You send in your faith
Like a master of the game
Master of the game
My master

I’m worried about the mess you make
You’ve got your arms wide open again

You tie me up, not cut me loose

You tie me up, not cut me loose

I’m worried ‘bout the things you want
With your love and your faith and emotion
With your love and your faith and devotion
And your arms wide open again

You preaching your fake
Like a master
You bring me your hate
Like a master of the game

Master of the Game

My master

Master

Master

Master