Karaoké Masters of War Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war

You that build the big 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 while 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 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 while you're lowered down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave 'till I'm sure that you're dead