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Masters Of War - Bob
Dylan 1963
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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 to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little
toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
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 set back and
watch
When the death count gets
higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst
fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm
young
You might say I'm 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 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 death'll come
soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're
lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your
grave
'Til I'm sure that you're
dead
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