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Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns |
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You that build the death place, you that build all the guns |
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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 done nothing, but to build and 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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And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly |
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Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive |
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A world war can 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 mansion, while young people's blood |
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Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud |
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You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled |
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The fear to bring children, into this world |
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For threatenin' 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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Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll |
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All the money you made will never 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, in the pale afternoon |
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And I'll watch as you're lowered, into your deathbed |
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And I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead |
