Come you masters of warnYou that build all the big gunsnYou that build the death planesnYou that build the big bombsnYou that hide behind wallsnYou that hide behind desksnI just want you to knownI can see through your masksnnYou that never done nothin'nBut build to destroynYou play with my worldnLike it's your little toynAnd you put a gun in my handnAnd you hide from my eyesnAnd you turn and run farthernWhen the fast bullets flynnLike Judas of oldnYou lie and deceivenA world war can be wonnYou want me to believenBut I see through your eyesnAnd I see through your brainnLike I see through the waternThat runs down my drainnnHow much do I knownTo talk out of turnnYou might say that I'm youngnYou might say I'm unlearnednBut there's one thing I knownThough I'm younger than younEven Jesus would nevernForgive what you donnLet me ask you one questionnIs your money that goodnWill it buy you forgivenessnDo you think that it couldnI think you will findnWhen you death takes its tollnAll the money you madenWill ever buy back your soulnnAnd I hope that you dienAnd that your death will come soonnI'll follow your casketnOn a pale afternoonnAnd I'll watch while you're lowerednDown to your deathbednAnd I'll stand over your gravenUntil I'm sure that you're dead