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Masters Of War

Judy Collins

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Judy Collins - Masters Of War
[Intro]
           
[Verse 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   
[Verse 2]
You that never done nothing   
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   
[Verse 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   
[Verse 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   
[Verse 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   
[Verse 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   
[Verse 7]
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

Masters Of War

Judy Collins