[bad word] you masters of war
You that build all the guns [the big guns]
You that build the death planes
You that build all the guns [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

You that never done nothing
But build and destroy [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 [bad word] farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
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 [bad word] 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 mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
The fear to bring children
Into this world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood [bad word] 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
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your [bad word] soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon                                  
And I'll watch as you're lowered
Into your death bed
And I'll stand on your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

[Corrections to serious mistakes [bad word] to the original version by Bob Dylan are in square brackets]