masters of war | guitar chord и Mp3

From: BobaVader@aol.com<br>Date: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 21:28:45 -0500<br>Subject: Masters Of War - Pearl Jam<br><br>Masters of War -- Performed by Pearl Jam at Bob Dylan Tribute (Bob Dylan)<br> (Found on Hallucenogenic Recipe)<br><br>-On the CD, the first couple lines are missing because the song is faded<br>into. However, they are included here for your comfort.<br><br>Am Am7 Am<br><br>Am Am Am7 Am<br>Come you masters of war<br>Am Am Am7 Am<br>You that build the big guns<br>Am Am Am7 Am<br>You that build the death planes<br>Am Am Am7 Am<br>You that build all the bombs<br>Am Am Am7 Am<br>You that hide behind walls<br>Am Am Am7 Am<br>You that hide behind desks<br>Am C G F Am Am7 Am<br>I just want you to know I can see through your masks<br><br>You that never have done nothin` but build to destroy<br>You play with my world like it`s your little toy<br>You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes<br>Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly<br><br>Like Judas of old you lie and deceive<br>A world war can`t be won, and you want me to believe<br>But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain<br>Like I see through the water that runs down my drain<br><br>You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire<br>Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher<br>You hide in your mansions while the young people`s blood<br>Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud<br><br>You`ve thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled<br>Fear to bring children into the world<br>For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed<br>You ain`t worth the blood that runs in your veins<br><br>How much do I know to talk out of turn<br>You might say that I`m young, you might say I`m unlearned<br>But there`s one thing I know, though I`m younger than you<br>Even Jesus would never forgive what you do<br><br>Let me ask you one question: is your money that good?<br>Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?<br>I think you will find when your death takes its toll<br>All the money you made won`t ever buy back your soul<br><br>And I hope that you die and your death will come soon<br>I`ll follow your casket through the pale afternoon<br>And I`ll watch while you`re lowered into your death bed<br>Then I`ll stand over your grave till I`m sure that you`re dead<br><br><br>BobaVader@aol.com