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. 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. (sing365)
Dylan wrote this song in criticism of American leaders and officials. It was meant as a realization of the times, what war was coming to and why war became a pointless act, rather than a means of defense. (songfacts)
meaningless art of war
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