Masters Of War - The Staple Singers

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

Now masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

And you build that big bombs

You hide behind walls

And 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

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

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

Why young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Oh no no

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

Oh yes are

When your death takes it'ss toll

All the money that you made

Will never buy back your soul

When they you gonna die

And your death'll gonna come soon

I will follow your casket

Yes I will

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down and your deathbed

I'll stand over your body

'Til I'm sure that you're dead