The Haves Have Naught

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