Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the 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'

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Let's burn down, baby, the cornfield And we'll listen, we'll listen to it burn I want you to hide behind that You know that old oak tree Stay, stay out of danger Keep outta sight, babe till I