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 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 



- Bob Dylan, 1963