Masters of War

Come, you masters of war, you that build the big guns,

You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs,

You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks,

I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothing but build to destroy,

You play with my world like it's your little toy,

You put a gun in my hand and 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 can 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 fasten all the triggers for the others to fire,

Then you set back and watch when the death-count gets higher

And you hide in your mansion while the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled,

Fear to bring children into the world.

For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed,

You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?

You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned.

But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you:

That 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 could?

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'll follow your casket on the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead.