Masters of War    (Listen to sample)

 

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1.    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,

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    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

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2. You that never have done nothing,          but build to destroy,

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    you play with my world,          like it's your little toy.

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    You put a gun in my hand,           then you hide from my eyes,

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    and you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly.

 

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3. Like Judas of old           you lie and deceive,

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    a world war can't be won,          you want me to believe.

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    But I see through your eyes,           and I see through your brain,

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    like I see through the water that runs down my drain.

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4. You that fasten all the triggers          for the others to fire,

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    then you sit back and watch          while the death count gets higher.

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    You hide in your mansions          while the young people's blood

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    flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud.

 

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5. You've thrown the worst fear        that can ever be hurled,

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    fear to bring children         into the world,

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    for threatening my baby,         unborn and unnamed,

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    you ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.

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6. How much do I know           to talk out of turn,

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    you might say that I'm young,          you might say I'm unlearned,

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    but there's one thing I know,           though I'm younger than you,

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    even Jesus would never forgive what you do.

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7. Let me ask you one question:           is your money that good?

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    Will it buy you forgiveness?          Do you think that it could?

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    I think you will find           when your death takes its toll,

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    all the money you made will never buy back your soul.

 

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8. And I hope that you die          and your death will come soon,

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    and I'll follow your casket           on a pale afternoon,

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    and I'll watch while you're lowered          into your death bed,

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    and I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead.

     (Bob Dylan)