Masters Of War
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Come you masters of war
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You that build the big guns
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You that build the death planes
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You that build all the bombs
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You that hide behind walls
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You that hide behind desks
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I just want you to know i can see through your masks
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Like judas of old
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You lie and deceive
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A world war can be won
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You want me to believe
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But I see through your eyes
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And I see through your brain
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Like I see through the water that runs down my drain
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You fasten all the triggers
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For others to fire
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Then you sit back and watch
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While the death count gets higher
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You hide in your mansion
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While the young peoples' blood
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Flows out of their bodies and into the mud
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You've thrown the worst fear
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That can ever be hurled
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Fear to bring children
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Into the world
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For threatening my baby
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Unborn and unnamed
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You're not worth the blood that runs in your veins
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And I hope that you die
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And your death will come soon
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I'll follow your casket
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On a pale afternoon
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And I'll watch while you're lowered
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Down to your deathbed
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I'll stand over your grave
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Till I'm sure that you're dead
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Masters Of War
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Roger Taylor |