Lyrics
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, and i hope that you die, and your death will come soon, i'll follow your casket, on a pale afternoon, 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
Song details
Artist: bob dylan