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

I'm worried 'bout the things you do
With your arms wide open again
Your arms wide open again

I'm worried 'bout the things you want
I'm worried 'bout the things you want from me
With your arms wide open again

I'm worried 'bout the things you'll seek
With your love and your faith and emotion
With your love and your faith and devotion
And you arms wide open again

You sent in your word
Like a master of the game
Master of the game, my master

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

I'm worried 'bout 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
Maser of the game, my master

You sent in your faith
Like a master of the game
Master of the game, my master

I'm worried 'bout the mess you'll 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 the master of the game
Master of the game, my Master

Master 
Master
Master