Come you masters of war / You that build all the guns / You that build the death planes / You that build the big 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 the triggers / For the others to fire / Then you set back and watch / When the death count gets higher / You hide in your mansion / As young people’s blood / Flows out of their bodies / And is buried in the mud

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’ll come soon / I will follow your casket / In the pale afternoon / And I’ll watch while you’re lowered / Down to your deathbed / And I’ll stand o’er your grave / ’Til I’m sure that you’re dead

[By Bob Dylan © Warner Bros. Inc. / renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music, 1963]