Masters of War

Odetta
Now you master's of war
You that build all the gun's
You that build the death plane's
You that build the big bomb's
You that hide behind wall's
You that hide behind desk's
I just want you to know
I can see through your mask's
You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
Put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eye's
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eye's
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That run's down my drain
You fasten all the trigger's
For the other's to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As the young people's blood
Flow's out of their bodie's
And buried in the mud
Well that's the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
Threaten my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That run's in your vein's
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
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 death take's its toll
All the money you made
Will ever buy back your soul
Well that's the worst fear
That can ever be hurled