Ab             Fm      Ab           Fm
Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his wares
B              Cm              B       Cm
Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares
            Ab         Fm              Ab         Fm
Don’t you wonder what keeps him there, day after day,
B            Cm         B              Cm
Begging for gold as his hair turns to gray?


[Interlude]
Bb Fm

 
[Chorus]
Ebm              Db         B
Blindly they’re bounding apace;
               Ebm       Db          B
Starving for mercy in a merciless place
        Bbm             Abm          Eb
Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens
                   Bbm         Abm            Eb
And find them so lively when they’re barely breathing
               Abm7    Eb
Just barely breathing…


[Interlude]
Ab Fm Ab Fm B Cm 


[Verse]
      Ab            Fm       Ab          Fm
Just look at that toymaker grinding his gears
B           Cm         B          Cm
Turning no profit but he doesn’t care
           Ab        Fm        Ab        Fm
He keeps smiles on faces and, day after day,
      B             Cm         B            Cm
The children keep sadness and suffering at bay


[Interlude]
Bb Fm 


[Chorus]
Ebm        Db        B
Blissfully bounding apace
                Ebm       Db        B
Searching for mercy in a merciless place
        Bbm           Abm         Eb
Only a monster makes fodder from saints
                   Bbm            Abm              Eb
And finds them so worthless when they’re full of grace
             Abm7    Eb
So full of grace…


[Bridge]
     B
But what better use of hookers and thieves
                                                   Db                Bbm 
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum into life a harmony of industry
     Abm7        
But what is the use of cutting them down;
     Abm7
To smother and choke the souls of our town?
    Eb
I know there is another way…


[Duet] {listen for the exact chord changes}
    B        
But, what is so wrong with giving them purpose? 
(Just how could you weed them out?)
(Degrading them without a doubt)
Db 
A man like yourself could give worth to the worthless
(You’re bleeding them dry)
Bbm                             Abm7
(They live and die like you and I…)
      Abm7                          
Without the guidance of rulers and tyrants
(… and under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant)
      B                                 Eb
These people will just tear themselves apart
(They’ll just tear themselves apart)

 
[Verse]
       Ab             Fm      Ab          Fm
Just look at that charlatan steeped in deceit
     B             Cm          B            Cm
A threat to the young; to the old and the meek
           Ab           Fm           Ab         Fm  
Don’t you wonder what made him so vicious; so sick
    B          Cm
So far out of balance;
    B          Cm
So cruel and so callous;
    B          Cm
So married to malice?