Masters Of War

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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 don't want you to know
I can see through your masks

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
All the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will they 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'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead