Masters of War John Corigliano

Come, come, come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
Come, come, come you masters of war
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
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 fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansions
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud