Come you masters of war
|
You that build all the guns
|
You that build the death planes
|
You that held all the guns
|
You that hide behind walls
|
You that hide behind desks
|
I just want you to know I can see through your masks
|
|
You that never done nothing
|
But to build to destroy
|
You play with my world
|
Like it's your little toy
|
You put a drug in my head
|
Then you hide from my eyes
|
Then you turn and run following the fast foolish line
|
|
Like Judas of old
|
You lie and decieve
|
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 that fasten all the triggers
|
For the others to fire
|
Then you sit back and watch
|
While the death count gets higher
|
You hide in your mansions
|
While young peoples blood
|
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud
|
|
You've thrown the worst fear
|
That could ever be hurled
|
The fear to bring children
|
Into this 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?
|
Oh 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'll come soon
|
I'll follow your casket
|
In the pale afternoon
|
And I'll watch as you're lowered
|
Into your deathbed
|
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that you're dead
|
|
-----------------
|
Masters of War
|
| Pearl Jam |
