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Bob Dylan - Masters Of War Bob Dylan - Masters Of War | Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] *** Autor textu: Bob Dylan *** Autor hudby: Bob Dylan |
1.Come you Emmasters of warD Em D
EmYou that build all the gunsD Em D
EmYou that build the death planesD Em D
EmYou that build the big bombsD Em D
EmYou that hide behind wallsD Em D
EmYou that hide behind desksD Em D
EmI just want you to Amknow
I can see through your EmmasksD Em D Em
2.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
3.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
4.You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit 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
5.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
6.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
7.Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgivness
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
8.And I hope that you die
And your death`ll come soon
I will follow the 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
`Till I`m sure that you`re dead
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