Lyrics
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
