England - Masters Of War lyrics

Come, you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the d**h planes You that build the bigbombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatenin' my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins 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 d**h takes its toll All the money you made will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your d**h will come soon I'll follow your casket On a pale afternoon I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your d**hbed And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead