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[Verse]
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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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You that never have done nothin' 
G       Am
but build to destroy
G       Am
You play with my world
G       Am
like it's your little toy
G       Am
You put a gun in my hands
G       Am     
then you hide from my eyes
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Then you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly
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Like Judas of old
G       Am
you lie and deceive
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A  war can be won
G       Am
you want me to believe
G       Am
But I see through your eyes
G       Am
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
G       Am
for the others to fire
G       Am
Then you sit back and watch
G       Am
as the death count gets higher
G       Am
You hide in your mansions
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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
unborn and unnamed
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Well you ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
Am                 
How much do I know
G   Am
to talk out of turn
G   Am
You might say that I'm young
G   Am
you might say I'm unlearned
G   Am
But there's one thing I know
G   Am
though I'm younger than you
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Even Jesus would never forgive what you do
Am
Let me ask you one question
G   Am
is your money that good?
G   Am
Will it buy you forgiveness
G   Am
Do you think that it could?
G   Am
I think you will find
G   Am
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
G   Am
and your death will come soon
G   Am
I'll follow your casket
G   Am
In the pale afternoon
G   Am
And I'll watch as you're lowered
Am
Down to your death-bed
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