SONG: Masters Of War

	     BAND: PeaRl Jam

	    ALBUM: Bob Dylan Tribute 

 TRANSCRIBED BY: BobaVader@aol.com

	     DATE: 09.01,  2001



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Am    Am7 Am



Am               Am Am7 Am

Come you masters of war

Am                      Am Am7 Am

You that build the big guns

Am                      Am Am7 Am

You that build the death planes

Am                        Am Am7 Am

You that build all the bombs

Am                     Am Am7 Am

You that hide behind walls

Am                      Am Am7 Am

You that hide behind desks

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I just want you to know I can see through your masks



You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy

You play with my world like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes

Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly



Like Judas of old you lie and deceive

A world war can't be won, and 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 mansions while the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies and gets 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 won't ever buy back your soul



And I hope that you die and your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed

Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead