Bob Dylan- Masters of War

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  1. "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 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 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

    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 o’er your grave

    ’Til I’m sure that you’re dead."

  2. Every conflict is an arms sale. The US is a leader in death merchandising. We (the US) don't get involved unless their is money to be made selling armaments. How much longer do we allow it to continue? I buried a man whom I considered to be my son today. A green beret who served his country and was grease for the machine. When he came back form Afghanistan and Iraq broken, the Army said see ya. He blew his brains out 2 weeks shy of his 30th birthday……..

  3. A little bit of the budget Trump proposed today: "Shifts some foreign military assistance from grants to loans in order to reduce costs for the U.S. taxpayer, while potentially allowing recipients to purchase more American-made weaponry with U.S. assistance, but on a repayable basis."

  4. you have thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled the fear to bring children into the word both threatening my baby unborn and unnamed you ain't worth the blood that runs threw your veins i hope that you die and your death will come soon …

  5. Vannevar Bush (1890-1974) was the man most responsible for the formation of today’s military/industrial/academic complex. Bob Dylan’s song “Masters of War” is about him. We all know about Eisenhower’s famous coining of the term ‘military/industrial complex.’ The former President is referring to the combined power of giant organizations enabled by the bureaucratic framework established by Vannevar Bush and his cronies. Bush was the head of the WWII-era National Defense Research Committee (NDRC) as well as the head of the concurrent Office of Scientific Research and Development (OSRD). While overseeing massive growth for all parties involved, Bush brought our military, corporations, and universities together to work on enormous projects such as the original Manhattan Project and the MIT Rad Lab. Without congressional approval, Bush and his cronies created the first American ‘black’ military budgets. Surprisingly, no, he was not related to the Bush political crime family.

  6. Come you masters of war
    You that build all the 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.

  7. We fight the rich man wars all for what, for us to be killed so that they can become more wealthy and powerful, you dont see the rich mans and their family go to war, they stay at home nice and safe.

  8. Masters of war
    Build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it's your little toy
    All the money you made will never buy back your soul
    Yeah
    Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga
    I verbally murder these niggas
    Blame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, nigga
    They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggas
    I ain't worshipping these niggas
    Man it's curtains for these niggas
    Man I'm hurdling these niggas
    Put a hurting on these niggas
    Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas
    Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them
    Bobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winter
    The world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinner
    The world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner
    That's 'cause the world is as flat as some perfectly creased denim
    Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim
    Feel like the youth is lost and ain't no reaching them
    By day I be teaching them
    By night I'm a heathen, um
    Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean
    Plus a norwegian, look like (?)
    Pull up outside, wheels big as elysium
    Haters like, "Hey, that's nice, I hear they was leasing them"
    So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum numb
    The world is a stage, America steady policing them
    Niggas don't want the facts, just the convenient ones
    Masters of war
    Build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it's your little toy
    All the money you made will never buy back your soul
    Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul back
    I expose facts, that's why my phones tapped
    Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back
    On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back
    Niggas behave the same as how they souls act
    Like a high school kid back when I would smoke blacks
    I would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole class
    Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path
    Crisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devices
    Might be bias, Michael Myers
    What you want, I'm ten floors highers
    Ha ha ha ha, (?)
    Stacking my cheese on top, top top top
    I put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot
    (?)
    Look at my life, how is it perfect?
    All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it
    So I'm shitting on niggas with twice the serving
    All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing
    Same dude in the booth that I am in person
    So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fucker
    Bandz
    Masters of war
    Build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it's your little toy
    All the money you made will never buy back your soul
    Yeah yeah
    I defy the limits, penmanship is wicked
    I'm my only master and my own apprentice
    How do I present this, tryna find a sentence
    Guess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your vision
    Cold as cryogenics
    Knowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics
    I've been in the kitchen, all the points I'm hitting
    I'm just too direct, no such thing as hinting
    Kick the shit now quit your bitching
    Now cut the shit, let's get to business
    I try to show whats hidden
    Try to paint the picture, guess you just ain't photogenic
    Get offended
    Make you see the veil then I lift it
    Been to hell it's (?) visit
    Here's a breath of fresh air, it's been a minute, aye
    How to make a murderer, better yet
    How to make a terrorist, better yet
    How to start a civil war, better yet
    How to tax America, yeah yeah
    Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic
    Don't panic, follow the rabbit
    Bandz

  9. LOOK AT THIS JEW OP WITH THE NAKED LITTLE GIRL LIKE THERES SOMETHING WRONG FIRST WITH BEING NAKED NEXT IS THE SHIT ASSOCIATION WITH CRIES AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW YOU BLAME THE SOLDIERS FOR ABUSE. A MOTHERFUCKER CANNOT GET HIS DICK UP AFTER YOU CURSED HIM TO BE A MOSTROSITY YOU FUCK PADRE NUESTRO DE PUTA MADRE. NOW DONT DYNAMITE OUR CITIES MINES UNDERNEATH.

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