tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797875972831999598.post3078687928039561707..comments2023-11-22T04:27:07.521-06:00Comments on glen brown: Masters of War by Bob Dylan (Sung & Played by Ed Sheeran)gbrownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13435049339082622611noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797875972831999598.post-11958997765213500612016-04-16T07:23:28.138-05:002016-04-16T07:23:28.138-05:00Masters of War by Bob Dylan (original lyrics)
Dam...Masters of War by Bob Dylan (original lyrics)<br /><br />Damn you masters of war – you that build the big guns<br />You that build the death planes; you that build all the bombs<br />You that hide behind walls; you that hide behind desks<br />I just want you to know I can see through your masks<br /><br />You that never done nothin’, but build to destroy<br />You play with my world, like it’s your little toy<br />You put a gun in my hand, and you hide from my eyes<br />And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly<br /><br />Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive<br />A world war can be won; you want me to believe<br />But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain<br />Like I see through the water that runs down my drain<br /><br />You fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire<br />Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher<br />You hide in your mansion, while the young people’s blood<br />Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud<br /><br />You’ve thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled<br />Afraid to bring children, into the world<br />For threatenin’ my baby, unborn and unnamed,<br />You ain’t worth the blood that runs in your veins<br /><br />How much do I know, to talk out of turn<br />You might say that I’m young; you might say I’m unlearned<br />But there’s one thing I know, though I’m younger than you<br />Even Jesus would never forgive what you do<br /><br />Let me ask you one question: is your money that good<br />Will it buy you forgiveness; do you think that it could<br />I think you will find, when your death takes its toll<br />All the money you made will never buy back your soul<br /><br />And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon<br />I’ll follow your casket, on a pale afternoon<br />And I’ll watch while you’re lowered, down to your deathbed<br />And I’ll stand over your grave ‘til I’m sure that you’re dead<br />gbrownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13435049339082622611noreply@blogger.com