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Come you masters of warYou that build all the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyAnd you put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainLetras de cancionesHow much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youEven Jesus would neverForgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen you death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill ever buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieAnd that your death will come soonI'll follow your casketOn a pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand over your graveUntil I'm sure that you're dead From Letras Mania