2 acessos
D#m The world is an overflowing gutter B It bubbles with the brine of shit and blood G#m And those who keep their eyes upon the heavens B A# E Are the ones that end up faces down in the mud D#m It's easy to speak of grand ambitions B Its easy to pretend you're innocent G#m But lest you get distracted by the suffering of your sister B A#7 E Being practical and trying to pay the rent [Chorus] B D#m Heaven has been promised to the righteous G#m F# Hell's an overpopulated pit C# A#7 D#m A# Purgatory's given to the dreamers B A#7 D#m But the world belongs to those who plow the shit [Verse] D#m There's a special place in hell for fancy talkers B There's a special place in heaven for the whores G#m There's a throne reserved for those with good ideas B A#7 Stolen by the demagogues who wanted more D#m The flowers and the laces in the market B Are all purchased by the peddlers of the flesh G#m But those who bring relief and carnal pleasure B A#7 Sometimes serve the needs of mankind for the best [Chorus] B D#m Cast off the limitations of the righteous G#m F# There are good deeds only devils can commit C# A#7 D#m A# Let us dance between the teardrops and the angels B A#7 D#m For the world belongs to those who plow the shit [Bridge] B G#m At last the supreme maker decreed that this creature B To whom he could give nothing wholly his own Should have a share A#7 D#m In the particular endowment of every other creature Taking man therefore this D#m Creature of indeterminate image B He set him in the middle of the world G#m And thus spoke to him B We have given you, oh Adam A#7 No visage proper to yourself D#m No endowment properly your own In order that B Whatever price, whatever form, whatever gifts you may with Premeditation select G#m These same may you have and possess B Through your own judgement and decision A#7 We have made you a creature neither of heaven D#m Nor of Earth! Neither mortal D#m Nor immortal! B In order that you may G#m As the free and proud shaper of your own being Fashion yourself in the form you may propose B A#7 It will be in your power D#m To descend to the lower brutish forms of life B You will be able through your own judgement and decision G#m To rise again to the superior orders B A#7 Of life is divine! [Verse] D#m The dead become the emperors of memory B The saints have all been eaten by the worms G#m The living will write a twisted future B A#7 And the sinners all have practical concerns D#m The sentinels with rifles on the border B Of the pretenses of charity are swept G#m Oh but let's not talk of slipping into nightmares B A#7 For the day is run by those who haven't slept [Chorus] B D#m So throw away the vestments of the righteous B D#m Make sure the body armor snuggly fits C# A#7 D#m A# The souls are taken flight now from the birdhouse B A#7 D#m And the world belongs to those who plow the shit