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
And
the song just continues in that vein for the rest of the
verses:
You
that never have done nothin' but build to destroy
You
play with my world like it's your little toy
You
put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes
Then
you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly
Like
Judas of old you lie and deceive
A
world war can't be won, and 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 count gets
higher
You
hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
Flows
out of their bodies and gets 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
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 won't ever buy back your soul
And
I hope that you die and your death will come soon
I'll
follow your casket through the pale afternoon
And
I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed
Then
I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're
dead
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