Come your masters of war You that build all the guns You that build all 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 And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I'll follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave ‘Til I'm sure that you're dead