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Masters Of War



Текст песни Bob Dylan - Masters Of War

Masters Of War
Bob Dylan
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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   it's   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.

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