Masters of War

Now you masters of war

You that build all of the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build the big bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

Just want you to know

That I see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

Put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

Like the Judas of old

You lie, you deceive

World war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the waters

That run down my drain

You fasten the triggers

For the others to fire

And sit back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

As the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And buried in the mud

Well, that's the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

Threatenin' my baby

Unborn and unnamed

Oh, you ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins

How much do I know

To talk out of turn?

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

Even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do

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

Well, that's the worst fear

That can ever be hurled