Intro: Am Am7 Am
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Come you masters of war, you that build the big guns
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You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs
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You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
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I just want you to know I can see through your masks
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You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy
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You play with my world like it's your little toy
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You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes
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Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly
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Like Judas of old you lie and deceive
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A world war can't be won, and you want me to believe
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But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain
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Like I see through the water that runs down my drain
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You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
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Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher
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You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
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Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud
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You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled
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Fear to bring children into the world
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For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed
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You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
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How much do I know to talk out of turn
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You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
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But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
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Even Jesus would never forgive what you do
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Let me ask you one question: is your money that good?
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Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
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I think you will find when your death takes its toll
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All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul
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And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
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I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon
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And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed
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Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead
