Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the d**h planes
You that build the bigbombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatenin' my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
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 d**h takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your d**h will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your d**hbed
And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead
And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead