Come you masters of war You that build all the guns [the big guns] You that build the death planes You that build all the guns [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 nothing But build and destroy [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 that fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you sit back and watch While 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 The fear to bring children Into this 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 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 as you're lowered Into your death bed And I'll stand on your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
[Corrections to serious mistakes when compared to the original version by Bob Dylan are in square brackets]