Masters Of War lyrics - Cher

(originally by Bob Dylan)

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 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

Like the Judas of old

You lie and deceive

This 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 can 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 the 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

A 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

And I'm younger than you

Even Jesus would never

Forgive what you did

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 will come soon

Well I will follow your casket

In a pale afternoon

Well I'll watch while you're lowered

Into your death's bed

And I'll stand over your grave

Till I'm sure that you're dead