Bob Dylan

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou read more

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks

In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall

In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon read more

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon --but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx --the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the read more

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.