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 nothin'

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

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 a 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'll come soon

I'll follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your death-bed

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