Songs: Bob Dylan, “Masters of War” (1963) [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mvr72uTd7kc]

You that build all the 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.

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.

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.

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion'

As young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud.

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.

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

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do.

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

Will never buy back your soul.

And your death'll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Fearless men who jump and die

Men who mean just what they say

The brave men of the Green Beret

These are men, America's best

One hundred men will test today

But only three win the Green Beret

Trained in combat, hand-to-hand

Men who fight by night and day

Courage peak from the Green Berets

These are men, America's best

One hundred men will test today

But only three win the Green Beret

Her Green Beret has met his fate

He has died for those oppressed

Leaving her his last request

Make him one of America's best

He'll be a man they'll test one day

Have him win the Green Beret.

I was a member of a good platoon.

We were on maneuvers in-a Loozianna,

One night by the light of the moon.

The captain told us to ford a river,

That's how it all begun.

We were -- knee deep in the Big Muddy,

But the big fool said to push on.

This is the best way back to the base?"

"Sergeant, go on! I forded this river

'Bout a mile above this place.

It'll be a little soggy but just keep slogging.

We'll soon be on dry ground."

We were -- waist deep in the Big Muddy

And the big fool said to push on.

No man will be able to swim."

"Sergeant, don't be a Nervous Nellie,"

The Captain said to him.

"All we need is a little determination;

Men, follow me, I'll lead on."

We were -- neck deep in the Big Muddy

And the big fool said to push on.

All at once, the moon clouded over,

We heard a gurgling cry.

A few seconds later, the captain's helmet

Was all that floated by.

The Sergeant said, "Turn around men!

I'm in charge from now on."

And we just made it out of the Big Muddy

With the captain dead and gone.

Stuck in the old quicksand.

I guess he didn't know that the water was deeper

Than the place he'd once before been.

Another stream had joined the Big Muddy

'Bout a half mile from where we'd gone.

We were lucky to escape from the Big Muddy

When the big fool said to push on.

Well, I'm not going to point any moral;

I'll leave that for yourself

Maybe you're still walking, you're still talking

You'd like to keep your health.

But every time I read the papers

That old feeling comes on;

We're -- waist deep in the Big Muddy

And the big fool says to push on.

And the big fool says to push on.

Waist deep in the Big Muddy

And the big fool says to push on.

Waist deep! Neck deep! Soon even a

Tall man'll be over his head, we're

Waist deep in the Big Muddy!

And the big fool says to push on!

Both loved the fatherland-Vietnam.

There were two soldiers who lived in the same village

Both loved the fields and the earth of Vietnam.

Both of one race—Vietnam.

There were two soldiers, both of one family,

Both of one blood—Vietnam

Neither would let Vietnam be lost.

There were two soldiers, both advancing up a road,

Determined to preserve Vietnam.

There were two soldiers who traveled a long road,

Day and night, baked with sun and soaked with dew.

There were two soldiers who traveled a long road,

Day and night they cherished their grudge.

Both sought out and captured the enemy troops.

There were two soldiers, both were heroes,

Both went off to “wipe out the gang of common enemies.”

There were two soldiers who lay upon a field,

Both clasping rifles and waiting.

There were two soldiers who one rosy dawn

Killed each other for Vietnam

Killed each other for Vietnam.

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