Masters of War (20712)

Co­ver­ver­si­on des Dylan-Klas­si­ker von Mark Arm (Mud­ho­ney).

Come you mas­ters of war
You that build the big 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
For 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
That 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