Masters Of War

Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build the big bombs

You that never done nothing

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You fasten the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

As the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

While the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

A fear to bring children

Into this world

For threatening my babies

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins

Now 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