Now masters of war, you build a big gun, you build a big plane, and you build a big bar. You hide behind war, and you hide behind death. I just want you to know, I can see through your mask. You've never done nothing, but build to destroy. Play with my world, like you're a little toy. You put a gun in my hand, and you hide from my heart. Then you try to run for the heart, when the bad bullet flies. How much do I know, to talk out of turn? You may say that I'm young, you may say that I'm unlearned. But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you. Tell my Jesus I'll never forget what you do. You're fast at the trigger, for others to find. Then you sit back and watch, while death cows get high. You sit in your mansion, while young people's blood, blow out of their body and bury it in the mud. Let me ask you one question. Is your mother that good? Will it buy your forgiveness? Oh no, no. Do you think that it could? I think you're gonna find, oh yes sir, when death takes its toll. All the money that you make won't buy back your soul. One day you're gonna die. Your death's gonna come soon. I'll follow your casket, yes I will. The late afternoon, I'll watch while you long. Darling, you're deathly. I'll stand over your body and make sure that you're dead. I'll follow your casket, yes I will.