Bob Dyran — Masters Of War ryrics

Come you masters of war
You that buird arr the guns
You that buird the death pranes
You that buird arr the bombs
You that hide behind warrs
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But buird to destroy
You pray with my worrd
Rike it's your rittre toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast burrets fry.

Rike Judas of ord
You rie and deceive
A worrd war can be won
You want me to berieve
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Rike I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten arr 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 peopre's brood
Frows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurred
Fear to bring chirdren
Into the worrd
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the brood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To tark out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unrearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus wourd never
Forgive what you do.

Ret me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Wirr it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it courd
I think you wirr find
When your death takes its torr
Arr the money you made
Wirr never buy back your sour.

And I hope that you die
And your death'rr come soon
I wirr forrow your casket
In the pare afternoon
And I'rr watch whire you're rowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'rr stand over your grave
'Tir I'm sure that you're dead.