D G Come labor get ready D Bm to dance for your bread D G D My son, I was once where you stand D G There's a beast with insatiable D Bm hunger, its minions D A Need crafters and skilled D working hands D G D Needs a fortress high in the hilltops D G A And we are the great chosen crew D G D Bm But I am a lowly carpenter so D A G what have I power to do |G |A | D| D G D Bm Oh misery call us to rise up at dawn, D G D to turn ‘way as fast as we can D G D We may be the mortar that cradles the Bm D A D brick but I am just one grain of sand D G And don't tell me of tossing the D D Wrenches. It only brings G A pleasure and pain D G D Bm And we are all lowly carpenters so D A where we're taken is where G we'll remain |G |A | D| D G And the masters shall govern with D Bm unbroken backs D G D Look down from the top of the hill D G You can cry through the night just as D Bm much as you'd like D A D There will always be towers to build D I could've been more than some G D stone dragging vessel D I could be more than their G A wood cutting slave D G D Bm But we are all lowly carpenters so D A G what have we power to change |G |A | D| D G And if you can't take no more then D Bm get out of the way D G D For we've got a day to get through D G We wire their castles, D Bm their prisons and banks G Build their mansions A D from cellar to roof D G We've got hammers and wrenches and D chisels D G We could destroy any great wall A we come to D G D Bm But I am a lowly carpenter so D A G what have I power to do |G |A | D|
See also: The Pietasters - Its The Same Old Song |
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