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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 hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know nI can see through 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?And you hide from my eyes?And you turn and run farther?When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old?You lie and deceive?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 fasten the triggers?For the others to fire?Then you set back and watch?When the death count gets higher?You hide in your mansion?As 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 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?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 will follow your casket?In the pale afternoon?And I'll watch while you're lowered?Down to your deathbed?And I'll stand o'er your grave?'Til I'm sure that you're dead Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
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