Lord of War

Hello sir you managed to sell the most death
So here's you're your prize a free ticket to hell

Lord of war causing pain
Nothing seems to remain
Your bullets killed the young and old
Killing the defenseless wow you're bold

With a gun in your hand you think you're such a man
You should win the Nobel death prize ha, ha

Distributing death throughout the world god of death
Just standing aside enjoying the dieing last breath
Selling and buying not caring whose live you cut short
To you taking peoples lives is a rich mans sport

Your whole reason for being is to be a tool of the government
They set your free to continue your business of death

Mr. Seller of death how much does it cost
To buy murder and a world wide holocaust
Watching countries destroy each other for fun
We'll guess what you're going to die by your own gun

Bang, now your life has been taken by a bullet
Welcome to hell lord of war and guess what I run this business