Bob Dylan: Masters of War

Masters Of War

Come your masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build all 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
And I hope that you die…
Source: Musixmatch

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One comment

  1. Love this song!

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