Master of War

Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns / You that build the death place, you that build all the guns / 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 nothing, but to build and destroy / You play with my world, like its your little toy / You put a drug in my head, then you hide from my eyes / And you turn and run following the fast foolish lie

Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive / A world war can be won, you won't need 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 that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire / Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher / You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood / Flows out their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled / The fear to bring children, into this world / For threatenin' 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 / 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? / Oh, 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 will come soon / I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon / And I'll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed / And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead

Bob Dylan