Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Cha Wa
Interprète
Ari Teitel
Basse
Joe Gelini
Batterie
Chris Alford
Guitare
Andriu Yanovski
Claviers
Weedie Braimah
Percussion
TJ Norris
Trombone
Aurelien Barnes
Trompette
Alvin Youngblood Hart
Chant
Brad Walker
Saxophone
J'wan Boudreaux
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Dylan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Andrew Block
Production
Ari Teitel
Production
Dan Millice
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build that death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind the walls
You that hide behind desks
We just want you to know
We can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build and destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
Then you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and you run
Following fast bullets fly
Like Judas 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 the triggers
For the others to fire
You sit back and watch
While the death toll gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in mud
Walking through the graveyard
Kick over the tombstones and wake up the dead
My face painted red
Thirteen stitches goin' across my chest
I don't fear nobody but the Lord and death
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Did you think that it would
Oh 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'll follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Into your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Writer(s): גבסו שי, Dylan,robert
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