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Pearl Jam

masters of war | guitar chord и Mp3

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From: BobaVader@aol.comDate: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 21:28:45 -0500Subject: Masters Of War - Pearl JamMasters 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 fadedinto. However, they are included here for your comfort.Am Am7 AmAm Am Am7 AmCome you masters of warAm Am Am7 AmYou that build the big gunsAm Am Am7 AmYou that build the death planesAm Am Am7 AmYou that build all the bombsAm Am Am7 AmYou that hide behind wallsAm Am Am7 AmYou that hide behind desksAm C G F Am Am7 AmI just want you to know I can see through your masksYou that never have done nothin` but build to destroyYou play with my world like it`s your little toyYou put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyesThen you turn and run farther when the fast bullets flyLike Judas of old you lie and deceiveA world war can`t be won, and you want me to believeBut I see through your eyes and I see through your brainLike I see through the water that runs down my drainYou that fasten all the triggers for the others to fireThen you sit back and watch while the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansions while the young people`s bloodFlows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mudYou`ve thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurledFear to bring children into the worldFor threatening my baby, unborn and unnamedYou ain`t worth the blood that runs in your veinsHow much do I know to talk out of turnYou might say that I`m young, you might say I`m unlearnedBut there`s one thing I know, though I`m younger than youEven Jesus would never forgive what you doLet 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 tollAll the money you made won`t ever buy back your soulAnd I hope that you die and your death will come soonI`ll follow your casket through the pale afternoonAnd I`ll watch while you`re lowered into your death bedThen I`ll stand over your grave till I`m sure that you`re deadBobaVader@aol.com