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MASTERS OF WAR
by Bob Dylan (1963)

[Dm]Come you masters o[C]f [Dm]war [C]
[Dm]You that build t[C]he [Dm]big guns [C]
[Dm]You that build t[C]he [Dm]death planes[C]
[Dm]You that build a[C]ll [Dm]the bombs [C]
[Dm]You that hide be[C]hind [Dm]walls [C]
[Dm]You that hide be[C]hind [Dm]desks [C]
[Dm]I just want y[C]ou [Em]to [Am]know I can see through your
[Dm]masks [C] [Dm] [C]
You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy
You play with my world like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes
Then 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 that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and gets 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 won't ever buy back your soul
And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered down into your death-bed
Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're
Dead