Titel: Master of war
Auteur: Bob Dylan

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 nothing, 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 faster 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 dead 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 threatin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood 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 on a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your death bed
And I'll stand o'er your grave till I'm sure that you're dead!