War scientists, engineers of the cannon
You build the torpedoes and hydrogen bomb.
You hide behind walls and behind paper
But I know all your tricks, your steely way.
G' you have never worked except in the company that destroys people and stiffens hearts.
You give me your weapon, but you avoid my gaze
And when bullets whistle, you shit from fear.
br/>You are contributing to the destruction of life and land
You are setting the world on fire with your pranks.
And even if you don't care that I curse you
Yet place no curse near any man.
You sow your madness, which is cold and cruel
You torture my children, you laugh at their suffering.
And I know that the creator detests the idea
That human blood flows through your veins.
Create for all I care and preferably today
And I would rather follow your coffin quickly than too slowly
And I will see you sink into the peaceful ground
And I write on your graves: 'Dangerous dog'!
See 'further reading' for the Dylan text
Masters of War - Bob Dylan
Come you masters of war
You that built the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that built 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
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the 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
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do< br/>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 o'er your grave< br/>'Til I'm sure that you're dead

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