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Masters of war Bob Dylan
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##corrected lyrics: "Benjamin L. Weiss"#This is my approximation of how this song is played:#Masters of War -- Bob Dylan[Am] [Am7] [Am] [Am]Come you masters [Am]of [Am7]war [Am]You that build the big g[Am]uns[Am7]You that build the death[Am] pl[Am7]anes[Am]You that build all the bom[Am]bs[Am]You that hide behind wa[Am]lls[Am7]You that hide behind des[Am]ks[Am]I just [C]want you to [G]know I can [F]see through your [Am]masksAnd the song just continues in that vein for the rest of theverses:You that never have done nothin' but build to destroyYou play with my world like it's your little toyYou put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyesThen you turn and run farther when the fast bullets flyLike Judas of old you lie and deceiveA world war can't be won, and you want me to believeBut I see through your eyes and I see through your brainLike I see through the water that runs down my drainYou that fasten all the triggers for the others to fireThen you sit back and watch while the death count getshigherYou hide in your mansions while the young people's bloodFlows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mudYou've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurledFear to bring children into the worldFor threatening my baby, unborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the blood that runs in your veinsHow much do I know to talk out of turnYou might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than youEven Jesus would never forgive what you doLet 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 tollAll the money you made won't ever buy back your soulAnd I hope that you die and your death will come soonI'll follow your casket through the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bedThen I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you'redead*Corrections to lyrics or chords would be most welcome.*[--]*"Do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn realand**in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stageand it**seems like you're the only person sitting in theaudience?"** -Ian Anderson** Something to think about,** Julie Gladman jgladman@uoguelph.ca*
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