| Come, you masters of war
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| You that build the big guns
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| You that build the death planes
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| You that build all the bombs
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| You that hide behind walls
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| You that hide behind desks
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| I just want you to know
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| I can see through your masks
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| You that never done nothing
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| But build to destroy
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| You play with my world
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| Like it’s your little toy
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| You put a gun in my hand
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| And you hide from my eyes
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| And you turn and run farther
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| When the fast bullets fly
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| Like Judas of old
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| You lie and deceive
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| A world war can be won
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| You want me to believe
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| But I see through your eyes
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| And I see through your brain
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| Like I see through the water
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| That runs down my drain
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| You fasten all the triggers
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| For the others to fire
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| Then you set back and watch
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| While the death count gets higher
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| You hide in your mansion
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| While the young people’s blood
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| Flows out of their bodies
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| And is buried in the mud
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| You’ve thrown the worst fear
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| That can ever be hurled
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| Fear to bring children
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| Into the world
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| For threatening my baby
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| Unborn and unnamed
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| You ain't worth the blood
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| That runs in your veins
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| How much do I know
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| To talk out of turn
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| You might say that I’m young
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| You might say I’m unlearned
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| But there’s one thing I know
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| Though I’m younger than you
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| That even Jesus would never
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| Forgive what you do
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| Let me ask you one question
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| Is your money that good
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| Will it buy you forgiveness
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| Do you think that it could
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| I think you will find
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| When your death takes its toll
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| All the money you made
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| Will never buy back your soul
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| And I hope that you die
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| And your death will come soon
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| I will follow your casket
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| By the pale afternoon
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| And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
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| Down to your deathbed
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| And I’ll stand over your grave
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| 'Til I’m sure that you’re dead |