I can see through your masks.
Bob Dylan can see through their hypocrisy
You that never done nothin’
Targeting gun companies don't do anything
But build to destroy
Except build weapons to kill and cause destruction
You play with my world
Dylan's home (earth) is being played
Like it’s your little toy
Like a strategic board game, risking lives and bringing suffering to innocent people
You put a gun in my hand
Politicians have the power to enforce the draft that Dylan is apart of
And you hide from my eyes
But he will never get the chance to meet/confront them
And you turn and run farther
They're no part of the actual physical war
When the fast bullets fly.
The expense of others doesn't matter to them
Like Judas of old
(Analogy) Judas sold Jesus to the Romans
You lie and deceive
Compares politicians to Judas and his ownership of Jesus (willing to sacrifice other humans for money)
A world war can be won
Can a world war really be won?
You want me to believe
Elitists are trying to convince the public
But I see through your eyes
They can't fool Bob Dylan
And I see through your brain
He can see what they're thinking (Their desire for $)
Like I see through the water
(Metaphor) It's very obvious to him
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
They're ready to send soldiers to war
For the others to fire
While they control soldiers and their lives
Then you set back and watch
While the elitists risk NOTHING
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion’
Further proving their wealth
As young people’s blood
As young soldiers ages 18-25
Flows out of their bodies
Are getting shot, stabbed, tortured on the battlefield
And is buried in the mud.
And nobody (stateside) realizes the sacrifice
You’ve thrown the worst fear
They've scared the new generation
That can ever be hurled
with the most disgusting crime thinkable
Fear to bring children
Making the new generation reconsider
Into the world
If they want to bring (reproduce) a new generation into this hellish world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
The 'pushers' of the war have made the world a worse place for his unborn child
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
Those leading and playing a supporting role on the aggression of the war are worthless
How much do I know
(Irony) Thinks to himself
To talk out of turn
if he should be singing about this right now
You might say that I’m young
The young are viewed in a condescending manner
You might say I’m unlearned
Elders question younger folk's knowledge
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
It doesn't matter that he's younger, because the older generation (elitists) will soon die off
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
What they did was so bad, not even Jesus will forgive their sins
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Was the money so important
Will it buy you forgiveness
That Jesus will forgive you?
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.
After slaughtering thousands of innocent human lives, the pushers of the war are apparently selling their souls to the devil
And I hope that you die
In light of what they did, he hopes they're removed from this planet and civilization.
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
(Metaphor) Will celebrate your departure, because it resembles the start of a takeover from the new generation.
In the pale afternoon
Time of day where it's too late to totally undo everything, but there's still time to "right their wrongs".
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
No matter how powerful you are, death meets us all
And I’ll stand over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.
He has so much hatred built up against these antagonists of the war, that he wants to make sure they are literally dead.