Masters Of War

Come you masters of war, You that build all the guns You that build the death planes, You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls, You that hide behind desks We just want you to know we can see through your masks You that never have done nothin but build to destroy Ah, You play with our world like its your little toy You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive A world war cant be won, you want me to believe But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire Then you sit back and watch while the death toll gets higher You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear that could ever be hurled The fear to bring children into this world For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed You aint worth the blood that runs through your veins How much do we know to talk out of turn You might say that we're young, you might say we're unlearned But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Let me ask you one question, is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it would? I think you will find when your death takes its toll All the money you made will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die and your death will come soon I will follow your casket through the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered into your deathbed Then I'll stand over your grave til I'm sure that you're dead