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 through your masks



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 all the triggers

for others to fire

then you sit back and watch

while the death count gets higher

you hide in your mansion

while the young peoples' blood

flows out of their bodies and into 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're not worth the blood that runs in your veins



and I hope that you die

and your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket

on a pale afternoon

and I'll watch while you're lowered

down to your deathbed

I'll stand over your grave

till I'm sure that you're dead