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 that hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see thru your masks

You that never done nothin'
but build to destroy
you play with my world
like it's your little toy
you put a gun in my hand
then you hide from my eyes
and you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

You that fasten all the triggers
for the others to fire
and then you sit back and watch
while the death count gets higher
you hide in your mansions
while the young people's blood
flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

Like Judas of old
you lie and deceive
a world war can be won
you want me to believe
but I see thru your eyes
and I see thru your brain
like I see thru the water that runs down my drain

And how much do I know
for 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
tho I'm younger than you-
even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question-
is your money that good?
would it buy you forgiveness?
do you think that it could?
I think you will find
when your death takes it's toll
all the money you made will never buy back your soul

So I hope that you die
and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
by the pale afternoon
and I'll watch while you're lowered
down to your deathbed
and I'll spit on your grave once I'm sure that you're dead