Masters of War

Come you masters of war You that build the all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks, oh 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 hands And you hide from my eyes, oh And you turn around and run farther as 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, oh Like I see through the water that runs down my drain Let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? Well I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you've made will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I will follow your casket In 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