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3feetofsnow

(56 posts)
Wed Sep 12, 2012, 10:36 AM Sep 2012

"You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins". [View all]

I hear an echo...
Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran. Bomb Libya, Bomb Egypt, Bomb Lebanon, Bomb Syria, Bomb's for profits.


"Bob Dylan - Masters of War"


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.

Well like a Judas of old You lie and deceive A 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 fasten all the triggers For the others to fire And then you sit back and watch When the death count gets higher.

And you hide in your mansion All 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 Fear to bring children Into the world.

Oh for threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins.

How much do I know? Oh to talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned.

But there's a one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do.

Well let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Oh 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 I'll follow your casketBy the pale afternoon.

And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your death bed And I'll stand over your grave Till I'm sure that you're dead.



War hawks live for deaths machine marching upon the lives of the innocent while reaping the treasures. Marching off to war is here again if Rmoney is selected.


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