Masters Of War
Come you masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks.1
You that never done nothin’But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it’s your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansion’While the young people’s bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mud.
You’ve thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain’t worth the bloodThat runs in your veins.
How much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I’m youngYou might say I’m unlearnedBut there’s one thing I knowThough I’m younger than youThat even Jesus would neverForgive what you do.
Let me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you dieAnd your death’ll come soonI’ll follow your casketBy the pale afternoonAnd I’ll watch while you’re loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I’ll stand over your grave’Til I’m sure that you’re dead.