Masters of War (Bob Dylan cover)

Now, masters of war
You build all the big guns
You build the big planes
And you build the big bombs
You hide behind walls
And you hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You 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
Then you try to run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You may say that I'm young
You may say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That my Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
You fasten the triggers
For others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While death counts gets higher
You sit in your mansion
While young people's blood
Flow out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
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're gonna find, oh yes sir
When death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul.
One day you're gonna die
Your death's gonna come soon
I'll follow your casket, yes I will
This late afternoon
I'll watch while you're lowered
Down in your deathbed
I'll stand over your body
Make sure that you're dead.