you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
you that never done nothing
but to build and destroy
you play with my world
like its your little toy
you put a drug in my head/hand
and then you hide from my eyes
then you turn and run further when the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old,
you lie and decieve
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 that passing all the triggers
for the others to fire
then you sit back and watch
while the death count gets higher
you hide in your mansion
while young peoples blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud
you've thrown the worst fear
that could ever be hurled
the fear to bring children into this 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 debt 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'll follow your casket in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered into your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that your dead
here's a rough transcript of a song on warmongers by the enormously talented
Eddie Vedder
