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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 I can see through your masks |
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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 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 sit 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 and into 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're not worth the blood that runs in your veins |
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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'll follow your casket |
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On a 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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I'll stand over your grave |
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Till I'm sure that you're dead |