Masters of War - Bob Dylan

    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 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't be won, and 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 into your death bed
    Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead


    Marco Giunco
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