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FLYING PICKETS lyrics : "Masters Of War"

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes

You that build all the 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 all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch

While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the 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

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