Tablature masters of war - Pearl Jam

          



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  From: BobaVader@aol.com

  Date: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 21:28:45 -0500

  Subject: Masters Of War - Pearl Jam

  

  Masters of War -- Performed by Pearl Jam at Bob Dylan Tribute (Bob Dylan)

                    (Found on Hallucenogenic Recipe)

  

  -On the CD, the first couple lines are missing because the song is faded

  into.  However, they are included here for your comfort.

  

  Am    Am7 Am

  

  Am               Am Am7 Am

  Come you masters of war

  Am                      Am Am7 Am

  You that build the big guns

  Am                      Am Am7 Am

  You that build the death planes

  Am                        Am Am7 Am

  You that build all the bombs

  Am                     Am Am7 Am

  You that hide behind walls

  Am                      Am Am7 Am

  You that hide behind desks

  Am     C           G          F                Am     Am7 Am

  I just want you to know I can see through your masks

  

  You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy

  You play with my world like it's your little toy

  You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes

  Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

  

  Like Judas of old you lie and deceive

  A world war can't be won, and 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 that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire

  Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher

  You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood

  Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud

  

  You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled

  Fear to bring children into the world

  For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed

  You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

  

  How much do I know to talk out of turn

  You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned

  But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you

  Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

  

  Let me ask you one question:  is your money that good?

  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 won't ever buy back your soul

  

  And I hope that you die and your death will come soon

  I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon

  And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed

  Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead

  

  

  BobaVader@aol.com  

  

  

   


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 Masters of war, de Pearl jam 

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