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[Verse 1]
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


[Verse 2]
You that never done nothing
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


[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud


[Verse 5]
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


[Verse 6]
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

That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

[Verse 7]
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


[Verse 8]
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon

I will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

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[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] You that never done nothing 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch While the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud [Verse 5] 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 [Verse 6] 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 That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do [Verse 7] 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 [Verse 8] And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I will follow your casket By the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead #BobDylan #MastersofWar

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