Masters of War

Na música original ele usa o capo na
 3ª casa e a 6ª corda está afinada 
em F
Então ficaria assim:

 G|------- 
 D|------- 
A#|------  
 F|------- 
 C|------- 
 F|------- 

Com o capo na 3ª casa faça as mesmas
 posições das notas a seguir:
Dm    G6 Dm

Dm                   Dm G6 Dm
Come you masters of war
Dm                      Dm G6 Dm
You that build the big guns
Dm                         Dm G6 Dm
You that build the death planes
Dm        Cadd9           Dm G6 Dm
You that build all the bombs
Dm                     Dm G6 Dm
You that hide behind walls
Dm        Cadd9           Dm G6 Dm
You that hide behind desks
         Cadd9                   
I just want you to know I can see 
                Dm G6 Dm
through your masks

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notas pelo resto dos
versos:

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.