Don't you feel enormous pain
When the invisible hand strikes again

Can't you see the incoming blow
As it goes the market flow

Don't you feel the constant kills
On behalf of his insane will

Can't you see the mercyless beast
Starving mankind to make his feast

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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

Turn on the tv and what do you see
Same old news it appeared to be

Listen to the press and what does it tell
Good or bad as long as it sells

The radio or news, what do they brew
Same old lies renamed and renewed

Saviors and saints, anchors and hosts
Broadcasting