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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
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you lie and deceive
G       Am
A  war can be won
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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
Am                          
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
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Well you ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
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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
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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?
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I think you will find
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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
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In the pale afternoon
G   Am
And I'll watch as you're lowered
Am
Down to your death-bed
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Then I'll stand over your grave to make sure that you're dead