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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMasters Of War (Bob Dylan Acoustic Cover)
Come ye masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyPut a gun in my handsAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherAs the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainYou fasten all the triggersFor the others to fireThen you sit back and watchAs the death count gets highAnd you hide in your mansionWhile the young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudAnd you've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedWell, you ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youEven Jesus would never forgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that good?Will it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it could?Well, I think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonAnd I'll follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch as you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand over your graveTo make sure that you're dead
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