Masters Of War
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs Commented [1]: When people invent these weapons,
they are also creating war among others.
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 its your little toy Commented [2]: The inventors of the deadly weapons
have not taken any lives in battle, but they have
produced a product that takes a large amount of lives
You put a gun in my hand quickly.
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 the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher Commented [3]: People are increasing the amount of
deaths by making more efficient weapons for soldiers
to use.
You hide in your mansion
As young peoples blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud Commented [4]: While inventors are making money
for the weapons they are creating, the amount of
people being killed with those weapons is rising.
Youve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You aint worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that Im young
You might say Im unlearned
But theres one thing I know
Though Im younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do Commented [5]: The narrator is saying that the
actions of causing others a life of chaos and fear is
unforgivable.
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 Commented [6]: The narrator is asking if the money
was worth causing others a miserable life.
And I hope that you die
And your deathll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And Ill watch while youre lowered
Down to your deathbed
And Ill stand oer your grave
Til Im sure that youre dead
Copyright
1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
