Masters of War

Bob Dylan/the Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)

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	Come you masters of war - You that build the big guns;

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You that build the death planes - You that	build all the	bombs;

You that hide behind walls - You that hide behind desks.

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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!

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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:

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Even Jesus would	never - For	give 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;

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And I'll stand o'er your	grave - 'Til I'm	sure that you're	dead