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MASTERS OF WAR

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C Am ome you masters of wa G r yo Am u that build all the guns  G      Am 
You that build the death p G lane Am s you that build the big b G ombs Am 
You that hide behind w G alls Am  you that hide behind desks  G      Am 
I just want you t Dm o know I can see through you Am r masks G      Am 
 
 
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 hand, and you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther when 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
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain
 
 
You fasten the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you set back and watch, when the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, as young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud
 
 
You've thrown the worst fear, that can even be hurled
Fear to bring children, into the world
For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed
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
 
 
And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I will follow your casket, on a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered, down to your death bed
And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead
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