Come you masters of war <br />You that build all the guns <br />You that build the death planes <br />You that build the big bombs <br />You that hide behind walls <br />You that hide behind desks <br />I just want you to know <br />I can see through your masks <br /><br />You that never done nothin&#39; <br />But build to destroy <br />You play with my world <br />Like it&#39;s your little toy <br />You put a gun in my hand <br />And you hide from my eyes <br />And you turn and run farther <br />When the fast bullets fly <br /><br />Like Judas of old <br />You lie and deceive <br /><br />A world war can be won <br />You want me to believe <br />But I see through your eyes <br />And I see through your brain <br />Like I see through the water <br />That runs down my drain <br /><br />You fasten the triggers <br />For the others to fire <br />Then you set back and watch <br />When the death count gets higher <br />You hide in your <b>mansion</b> <br />As young people&#39;s blood <br />Flows out of their bodies <br />And is buried in the <b>mud</b><br /><br />Masters of War – Bob Dylan<br /><br /><br /><b>mud</b>