Blood, Sweat and Tears
The Cog Is DeadVersion1
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Some time ago in the city run solely on steam
The power plant workers would rise and stick to routine
Breakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and brown
As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town
As parts would get old, these men would make the repairs
Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
Working their hands to the bone and slaving away
They'd press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say,
"With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
"Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!"
One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen
The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew
Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears
And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR!
And with blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
In his premature years
Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise
So with blood, sweat, and tears
We must face what we fear
And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone
With our blood, sweat, and tears
We return to our gears
This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on
With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!
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Readable chord sheet for Blood, Sweat and Tears by The Cog Is Dead
[Am]Some time ago in the city run solely on ste[E]am The po[E]wer plant workers would rise and stick to rout[Am]ine Br[Dm]eakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and b[Am]rown As y[E]ear after year, they'd work for the good of the t[Am]own As p[Am]arts would get old, these men would make the rep[E]airs Cha[E]nging out axles and belts with meticulous c[Am]are W[Dm]orking their hands to the bone and slaving a[Am]way They'd pr[E]ess on with diligence and as they strained you could h[E]ear them say, "With our blo[Dm]od, sweat, and tears And the g[Am]rinding of gears We shall sl[E]ave to keep our beautiful city al[Am]ive! "Yes, with bl[Dm]ood, sweat, and tears And the pas[Am]sing of years We'll exp[E]end ourselves so our fair people may thr[Am]ive!" One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR! And with blood, sweat, and tears And the grinding of gears This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears In his premature years Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise So with blood, sweat, and tears We must face what we fear And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone With our blood, sweat, and tears We return to our gears This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on With our blood, sweat, and tears And the grinding of gears We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive! Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears And the passing of years We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!