No Capo G Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his wares D Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares Em Don't you wonder what keeps him there, day after day? C Begging for gold as his hair turns to gray
G Blindly they're bounding apace D Starving for mercy in a merciless place Em Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens C And find them so lively when they're barely breathing Just barely breathing G Just look at that toymaker grinding his gears D Turning no profit but he doesn't care Em He keep smiles on faces day after day C The children keep sadness and suffering at bay G Blissfully bounding apace D Searching for mercy in a merciless place Em Only a monster makes fodder from saints C And finds them so worthless when they're full of grace So full of grace G But what better use of hookers and thieves D Then greasing the wheels of perfect machines Em That hum into life a harmony of industry? C But what is the use of cutting them down G D To smother and choke the soul of our town?
Em C I know there is another way G But, what is so wrong with giving them purpose? D (Just how could you weed them out?) Em (Degrading them without doubt) C A man like yourself could give to the worthless G (You're bleeding them dry) D (They live and die like you and I) Em Without the guidance of rulers and tyrants C (And under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant) These people will just tear themselves apart G Just look at that charlatan steeped in deceit D A threat to the young Em To the old and the meek C Don't you wander what made him G So vicious, so sick? D So far out of balance? Em So cruel and so callous? C So married to malice?