The Cog Is Dead - Blood Sweat And Tears Ukulele

Blood, Sweat And Tears


Verse:

Cm                                         G
Some time ago in the city run solely on steam
      G                                             Cm
The power plant workers would rise and stick to routine
  Fm                                                        Cm
Breakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and brown
    G                                                Cm
As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town



    Cm                                              G
As parts would get old, these men would make the repairs
   G                                          Cm
Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
 Fm                                          Cm
Working their hands to the bone and slaving away
         G                                                     G
They'd press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say,



Chorus: 

             Fm
"With our blood, sweat, and tears
         Cm
And the grinding of gears
           G                                Cm
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!

             Fm 
"Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
           Cm
And the passing of years
         G                                       Cm
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!"



One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen

The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew
Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears
And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR!

And with blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes

Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
In his premature years
Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise

So with blood, sweat, and tears
We must face what we fear
And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone

With our blood, sweat, and tears
We return to our gears
This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on

With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!