Now you're masters of warYou that build all the 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 nothingBut built to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run furtherWhen the fast bullets flyYou throw the worst fearThat can ever be hurledI fear to bring childrenInto the worldAre you threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedAnd you ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsNow let me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulI am masters of war