Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that never done nothing But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch As the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled A fear to bring children Into this world For threatening my babies Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins Now 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 takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul