Masters of War

You put a gun in my hand
You play with my world

But I see through your eyes
And your death will come soon
And I see through your brain
You want me to believe
I can see through your masks
All the money you made

Into the world
You might say that I'm young
That runs down my drain
Is your money that good?
You might say I'm unlearned
You that build the death planes
That even Jesus would never
When the fast bullets fly
You that never done nothin'
Though I'm younger than you
You fasten all the triggers

I think you will find
Do you think that it could?
And I'll stand over your grave
Well let me ask you one question
And I hope that you die
You lie and deceive
Unborn and unnamed
Oh for threatening my baby
And then you sit back and watch
Forgive what you do
You that hide behind walls
How much do I know?
I'll follow your casket
Oh to talk out of turn
I just want you to know

But there's a one thing I know
Down to your deathbed
And you hide from my eyes
Flows out of their bodies
That runs in your veins
And you hide in your mansion

By the pale afternoon
You that build all the bombs
Fear to bring children
Oh will it buy you forgiveness
When the death count gets higher

And I'll watch while you're lowered
You ain't worth the blood
Like I see through the water
You that hide behind desks

When your death takes its toll

But build to destroy

Well like a Judas of old
And is buried in the mud
Like it's your little toy
All the young people's blood

And you turn and run farther
You've thrown the worst fear

A world war can be won
That can ever be hurled
Will never buy back your soul
For the others to fire