Lyrics

Come you masters of war, you that build all the 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 through your masks!

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 then you turn and you run farther when the fast bullets fly!

You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire,

Then you sit back and watch when the death count gets higher,

You hide in your mansion as the young people’s blood,

Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud!

You’ve thrown the worst fear that can ever 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!

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon,

And then I’ll follow your casket on a pale afternoon,

And then I’ll watch while your lowered down to your death bed,

And then I’ll stand over your grave till I’m sure that you’re dead!

Till I’m sure that you’re dead, till I’m sure that you’re dead,

I’m sure that you’re dead…