The Masters of War
Are at it again
While the warmongers take
The young continue to give
We cry out for peace
And an end to this game
You give us that and take from these
It's all more of the same
Why do we continually hang
To the lies that you preach
Have we not learned
Hell is within your reach
The money you make
In the making of bombs
You feel that you have
Already won
But still, you press on
As the death tolls rise
It doesn't much matter
On which side they die
As long as there's profit
That can be made
Doing your will in those we ****
Being just another day
For the Masters of War
Who are at it again
But God's keeping score
And you lose in the end