Masters of War Chords by Bob Dylan

[F] _ _ _ Come, you masters of war, _ _ hear they build the big guns, _ _ hear they build the death planes,
_ [Eb] hear they [F] build all the bombs, _ _ hear they [Bb] hide behind [F] walls, _ hear they hide behind desks.
_ I just want you to know I can see through your masks. _
You that never [Fm] done nothing, _ put
a [Bb] bell to [Fm] destroy. _ _
You play with my world _ [Bb] like it's your little [Fm] toy. _
You put a gun
in my hand and [Bb] you hide from [Fm] my eyes _ and you turn and [Eb] run farther when those [Fm] fast bullets
fly _ _ like Judas of old.
_ _ You lie and deceive.
_ A world war can be won.
_ You want to be a hero,
[Eb] you want me [Fm] to believe.
_ _ But I see through your eyes and [Bb] I see through your [Fm] brain _ like
I see through the water [Eb] that runs [F] down my drain.
[Fm] _
_ _ [Eb] _ [Fm] _ _ _
You fasten all the triggers _ for the
[Bb] others to [Fm] fire. _
Then you [Eb] sit back and [Fm] watch [F] _
when the death [Bb] count [Fm] gets higher. _
You hide
in your mansion _ [Bb] while the young [Fm] people's blood _
_ [F] flows out of their [Fm] bodies and is buried
in the mud.
_ You throw in the worst fear _ that can ever be hurled.
_ _ Fear to bring children
_ _ [Bb] into [Fm] the world _ before threatening my baby _ unborn and unnamed.
_ You lie and deceive.
A
man ain't worth the blood that [Bb] runs [Fm] in your veins. _
_ _ _ _ How much do I know?
_ But you talk out
a turn.
_ You must say that I'm young.
_ You must say [Bb] I'm [Fm] unlearned.
_ But there's one thing I
know.
_ _ [Bb] I'm [Fm] younger than you.
_ _ Even Jesus would never [Bb] forgive [Fm] what you do. _
_ Let me ask you
one question. _
_ Is your money that good? _
_ Will it buy you forgiveness? _
_ [Bb] Do you think [Fm] that
it could? _
_ I think you will find when [Bb] your death takes its [Fm] toll, _ _ all the [F] money you made
[Gm] will never buy [Fm] back your soul.
_ And I hope that you die _ _ and your death will come soon.
_ _ I'll follow your casket _ by the pale afternoon.
_ _ I'll watch while you're lured _ [Bb] down to your
[Fm] deathbed.
_ _ And I'll stand over your [F] grave till I'm sure that [Fm] you're dead.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _