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

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Placebo: Twenty Years

Lyrics:

There are twenty years to go
and twenty ways to know
who will wear
who will wear the hat

There are twenty years to go
the best of all i hope
enjoy the ride
the medicine show

And thems the breaks
for we designer fakes
we need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

There are twenty years to go
the faithful and the low
the best of starts
the broken heart,the stone

There are twenty years to go
the punch drunk and the blow
the worst of starts
the mercy part,the phone

And thems the breaks
for we designer fakes
we need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

Thems the breaks
for we designer fakes
but it`s you i take it's you´re the truth,not i

There are twenty years to go
a golden age i know
but all will pass
will end too fast,you know

There are twenty years to go
and many friends i hope
though some may hold the rose
some hold the rope

and that´s the end and that´s the start of it
that´s the whole and that´s the part of it
that´s the high and that´s the heart of it
that´s the long and that´s the short of it
that´s the best and that´s the test in it
that´s the doubt,the doubt,the trust in it
that´s the sight and that´s the sound of it
that´s the gift and that´s the trick in it

you´re the truth,not i
you´re the truth,not i
you´re the truth,not i