Masters of war lyrics: 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 hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’ 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
Citations Emerson, Claudie. "Lyrics Impression, Muscle Memory, Emily, and the Jack of Hearts." The Poetics of American Song Writing. N.p.: n.p., n.d. N. pag. Print.