Bob Dylan 1963
Come you masters of war You that build all the 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 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 all 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 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 That 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 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 And I'll stand over your grave 'Til
I'm sure that you're dead.-------
