Song | Masters of War |
Artist | Mountain |
Album | Masters of War |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 it’s 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 | |
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 the triggers | |
For the others to fire | |
Then you set back and watch | |
When the death count gets higher | |
You hide in your mansion | |
As young people’s blood | |
Flows out of their bodies | |
And is buried in 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 ain’t worth the blood | |
That runs in your veins | |
How much do I know | |
To talk out of turn | |
You might say that I’m young | |
You might say I’m unlearned | |
But there’s one thing I know | |
Though I’m 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 death’ll come soon | |
I will follow your casket | |
In the pale afternoon | |
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered | |
Down to your deathbed | |
And I’ll stand o’er your grave | |
’Til I’m sure that you’re dead |
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 it' s 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 | |
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 the triggers | |
For the others to fire | |
Then you set back and watch | |
When the death count gets higher | |
You hide in your mansion | |
As young people' s blood | |
Flows out of their bodies | |
And is buried in 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 ain' t worth the blood | |
That runs in your veins | |
How much do I know | |
To talk out of turn | |
You might say that I' m young | |
You might say I' m unlearned | |
But there' s one thing I know | |
Though I' m 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 death' ll come soon | |
I will follow your casket | |
In the pale afternoon | |
And I' ll watch while you' re lowered | |
Down to your deathbed | |
And I' ll stand o' er your grave | |
' Til I' m sure that you' re dead |
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 it' s 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 | |
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 the triggers | |
For the others to fire | |
Then you set back and watch | |
When the death count gets higher | |
You hide in your mansion | |
As young people' s blood | |
Flows out of their bodies | |
And is buried in 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 ain' t worth the blood | |
That runs in your veins | |
How much do I know | |
To talk out of turn | |
You might say that I' m young | |
You might say I' m unlearned | |
But there' s one thing I know | |
Though I' m 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 death' ll come soon | |
I will follow your casket | |
In the pale afternoon | |
And I' ll watch while you' re lowered | |
Down to your deathbed | |
And I' ll stand o' er your grave | |
' Til I' m sure that you' re dead |