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 hide behind desks

I just want you to know I can see through your masks

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

And you set back and watch

When 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 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'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