Fresh From the Archives: Masters of War


25/01/2014 by Don Quijones

This raging anti-war number, written by Bob Dylan and performed by Sam Bradley, goes out to all the yellow-bellied chicken hawks and armchair generals out there. To all you Tony Blairs, Henry Kissingers and George Bushes (father and son); José María Aznars, Bashar al-Assads and Benjamin Netanyahus; Dick Cheneys, Prince Bandars and Barrack Obamas, and all the shadowy arms manufacturers and dealers, oil companies and international financiers whose malign interests you serve: may you, one fine day, reap a thousand times what you’ve sown!

[Lyrics posted below]

Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You hide behind walls
You hide behind desks
I just want you to know
That I 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
You hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like a 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
For others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
As the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion’
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And gets 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 through 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 over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.


One thought on “Fresh From the Archives: Masters of War

  1. vincenzo says:

    L’ha ribloggato su Redvince's Webloge ha commentato:

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