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Bob Dylan - Masters of War (Official Audio)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Production

Paroles

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 sit back and watch While the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young peoples' 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 threatenin' 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 On a pale afternoon I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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