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 your 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
Master 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
Master