Year: 1985 - Album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
Written by Bob Dylan
Intro: Am Am7 Am Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am Come you masters of war, you that build the big guns Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks Am C G F Am Am7 Am I just want you to know I can see through your masks Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You play with my world like it's your little toy Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes Am C G F Am Am7 Am Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am Like Judas of old you lie and deceive Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am A world war can't be won, and you want me to believe Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain Am C G F Am Am7 Am Like I see through the water that runs down my drain Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood Am C G F Am Am7 Am Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am Fear to bring children into the world Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed Am C G F Am Am7 Am You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am How much do I know to talk out of turn Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Am C G F Am Am7 Am Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am Let me ask you one question: is your money that good? Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am I think you will find when your death takes its toll Am C G F Am Am7 Am All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am And I hope that you die and your death will come soon Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon Am Am Am7 Am Am7 Am And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed Am C G F Am Am7 Am Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead