Your Master He may need you soon
That you will hardly ever play
As I wander to and fro
Put away your guns of steel
In moonshine or in sun
Their chances they are poor
And if any cross the path I choose to tread
Death comes too soon for all
I shall destroy them all
Till the guns they did go through me
That you will hardly ever play
And if they should die
Ideals of peace are gold
And if they should die
And you must heed His call
Before the evening of their span of days
Why, then they will die young
Your Master He may need you soon
Death comes too soon for all
''If you should chance to meet me
So I will teach your sons
Before the evening of their span of days
And you must heed His call
Why, then they will die young
Your Master He may need you soon
And you must heed His call
Which fools have found
So I will teach your sons
Upon the plains of war
Put away your guns of steel
Death comes too soon for all
That you will hardly ever play
My life is mine and the light did shine
Put away your guns of steel
My name is John The Gun
So I will teach your sons
So now I shall never fall
I am the master of the games
I am the master of the games
I am the master of the games
John, The Gun did say
Before the evening of their span of days
And if they should die
Condemn me not
Sad would be your day"
For always will I play the game of war
