Plough The Shit
Ben Caplan
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D#m The world is an overflowing gutterB It bubbles with the brine of shit and bloodG#m And those who keep their eyes upon the heavensB Are the ones that end up faces downA# E in the mudD#m It's easy to speak of grand ambitionsB Its easy to pretend you're innocentG#m But lest you get distracted by the suffering of your sisterB Being practical and trying to payA#7 E the rent [Chorus]B Heaven has been promised to theD#m righteousG#m F# Hell's an overpopulated pitC# A#7 D#m A# Purgatory's given to the dreamersB A#7 But the world belongs to those whoD#m plow the shit [Verse]D#m There's a special place in hell for fancy talkersB There's a special place in heaven for the whoresG#m There's a throne reserved for those with good ideasB Stolen by the demagogues whoA#7 wanted moreD#m The flowers and the laces in the marketB Are all purchased by the peddlers of the fleshG#m But those who bring relief and carnal pleasureB Sometimes serve the needs ofA#7 mankind for the best [Chorus]Continúa después del anuncioB Cast off the limitations of theD#m righteousG#m There are good deeds only devilsF# can commitC# A#7 Let us dance between the teardropsD#m A# and the angelsB A#7 For the world belongs to those whoD#m plow the shit [Bridge]B At last the supreme maker decreedG#m that this creature To whom he could give nothing whollyB his own Should have a shareA#7 In the particular endowment ofD#m every other creature Taking man therefore thisD#m Creature of indeterminate imageB He set him in the middle of the worldG#m And thus spoke to himB We have given you, oh AdamA#7 No visage proper to yourselfD#m No endowment properly your own In order that Whatever price, whatever form,B whatever gifts you may with Premeditation selectG#m These same may you have and possess Through your own judgement andB decisionA#7 We have made you a creature neither of heavenD#m Nor of Earth! Neither mortalD#m Nor immortal!B In order that you may As the free and proud shaper of yourG#m own being Fashion yourself in the form you may proposeB A#7 It will be in your powerD#m To descend to the lower brutish forms of lifeB You will be able through your own judgement and decisionG#m To rise again to the superior ordersB A#7 Of life is divine! [Verse]D#m The dead become the emperors of memoryB The saints have all been eaten by the wormsG#m The living will write a twisted futureB And the sinners all have practicalA#7 concernsD#m The sentinels with rifles on the borderB Of the pretenses of charity are sweptG#m Oh but let's not talk of slipping into nightmaresB For the day is run by those whoA#7 haven't slept [Chorus]B So throw away the vestments of theD#m righteousB Make sure the body armor snugglyD#m fitsC# A#7 The souls are taken flight nowD#m A# from the birdhouseB A#7 And the world belongs to those whoD#m plow the shit