Masters Of War 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 I can see through your masks You that never done nothin But build to destroy You play with my world Like its 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 How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that Im young You might say Im unlearned But theres one thing I know Though Im 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 deathll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And Ill watch while youre lowered Down to your deathbed And Ill stand oer your grave Til Im sure that youre dead
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 10:39:47 +0000