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Masters of War

By Bob Dylan

 

 

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 nothiní

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like itís your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run father

When the fast bullets fly

 

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

 

You fasten the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

As young peopleís blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

 

Youíve thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ainít worth the blood

That runs in your veins

 

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that Iím young

You might say Iím unlearned

But thereís one thing I know

Though Iím younger than you

Even Jesud 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 deathíll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And Iíll watch while youíre lowered

Down to your deathbed

And Iíll stand oíer your grave

ĎTil Iím sure that youíre dead

 

 

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