Woorden: Pearl Jam. Live at Benaroya Hall. Masters Of War.

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
We just want you to know we can see through your masks

You that never done nothing
But build and destroy
You play with our world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my head
And then you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run following the fast foolish line

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You won't need to believe
But I see through your eye
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the trigger
For the others to fire
And you sit back and watch
While the death toll gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While young people's 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 through your veins

How much do we know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that we're young
You might say we're 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 would?
Oh, 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 will come soon
I'll stand on your [Incomprehensible]
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that you're dead