Masters of War歌词

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Come you masters of war
You that build all the 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
Fool 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

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening 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

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'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