歌词
Come you masters of war
来吧，你们这些战争贩子，
You that build all the guns
你们造出了长枪利炮，
You that build the death planes
你们造出了杀人的飞机，
你们造出了所有的炸弹，
You that build the big bombs
你们这些躲在墙后的家伙，
你们这些藏在桌后的家伙，
You that hide behind walls
我只想让你们知道，
我能透过面具看穿你们。
You that hide behind desks
你什么也不创造，
你只知道毁灭，
I just want you to know
你玩弄我的世界，
I can see through your masks
就像玩弄一个玩具，
You that never done nothin\'
你把枪塞到我手中，
然后消失于我的视线，
But build to destroy
你转过身，跑得老远，
在子弹飞速而至之前。
You play with my world
就像古时的犹大，
你们满口谎言，
Like it\'s your little toy
你们口口声声道，
世界大战终将胜利，
You put a gun in my hand
可是我看透了你们的双眼，
可是我看透了你们的内心，
And you hide from my eyes
就像我能看清这清流，
它奔腾于我的沟渠。
And you turn and run farther
你们扣紧了扳机，
When the fast bullets fly
却要其他人去开枪，
然后眼睁睁看着，
Like Judas of old
尸体堆积如山，
你们躲在高楼里，
You lie and deceive
这时年轻人的血液，
迸出他们的身体，
A world war can be won
混进了稀泥。
You want me to believe
你们抛出所谓的恐惧，
But I see through your eyes
让大家没法反抗，
And I see through your brain
不敢让孩子们
Like I see through the water
来到这个世间，
That runs down my drain
因为你们威胁，
我的孩子将会无名无命，
You fasten the triggers
血管里流淌的血液，
For the others to fire
你们不配拥有。
Then you set back and watch
我到底要懂得多少，
When the death count gets higher
才能保证不弄错问题，
你们会说我还太年轻，
You hide in your mansion
又会说我还缺少经验，
但是有件事我是知道的，
As young people\'s blood
就算我确实年轻，
上帝也绝不会放过你们，
Flows out of their bodies
原谅你们做过的事情。
让我来问问你们吧，
And is buried in the mud
金钱真是万能的吗？
你们以为它果真能够，
You\'ve thrown the worst fear
买到你们所需的饶恕？
我想你们终会发现，
That can ever be hurled
在死神宣告降临之时，
你们挣得的所有金钱，
Fear to bring children
都无法买回你们所谓的灵魂。
Into the world
我真希望你能够死掉，
For threatening my baby
你的日子不会太远了，
Unborn and unnamed
在那死灰的午后，
You ain\'t worth the blood
我紧跟着你的棺木，
That runs in your veins
我会注视着你的身体，
塌落入你的墓床，
How much do I know
然后我还要站在你的墓旁，
直到确定你真正死去。
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
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