The Cog Is Dead - Blood Sweat And Tears Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Verse

AmSome time ago in the city run solely on steEam The poEwer plant workers would rise and stick to routAmine BrDmeakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and bAmrown As yEear after year, they'd work for the good of the tAmown As pAmarts would get old, these men would make the repEairs ChaEnging out axles and belts with meticulous cAmare WDmorking their hands to the bone and slaving aAmway They'd prEess on with diligence and as they strained you could hEear them say,

Chorus

"With our bloDmod, sweat, and tears And the gAmrinding of gears We shall slEave to keep our beautiful city alAmive! "Yes, with blDmood, sweat, and tears And the pasAmsing of years We'll expEend ourselves so our fair people may thrAmive!" 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!

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