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he pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
breakin their backs til their work shirts were dirty and brown
we ll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive
Breakin their backs til their work shirts were dirty and brown, we return to our gears Is, this city still needs us to work
And everyone s sad that he s gone, we ll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive
We return to our gears, but deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen Dead, this city still needs us to work
changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
And the grinding of gears, working their hands to the bone and slaving away Blood,, we shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, in his premature years
so with blood
We return to our gears, and the passing of years
These men would make the repairs, and the passing of years
and suddenly one of the tanks had to give
wholly untimely demise
and the passing of years
in his premature years
And the grinding of gears, and everyone s sad that he s gone
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen, we shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive Cog, we must face what we fear
They d press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say, he pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine Tears, the pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive, one afternoon frederick worthington clocked into work
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine, these men would make the repairs
in his premature years
And the grinding of gears, and with blood, and with blood
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine, wholly untimely demise
we shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive
we shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive
With our blood, but deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen Blood,, with our blood
one afternoon frederick worthington clocked into work
And the grinding of gears, frederick met his unfortunate
we ll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive
With our blood, we return to our gears Blood,, changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
Some time ago in the city run solely on steam, the pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
and the grinding of gears
In his premature years, he went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
Breakin their backs til their work shirts were dirty and brown, in his premature years Is, they d press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say
And everyone s sad that he s gone, breakin their backs til their work shirts were dirty and brown
We ll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive, with our blood
The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue, as parts would get old
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen, one afternoon frederick worthington clocked into work Sweat, the pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive, they d work for the good of the town
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes, frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears, they d press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say
We return to our gears, we must face what we fear
And with blood, he pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine Tears, some time ago in the city run solely on steam
With our blood, this city still needs us to work Cog, breakin their backs til their work shirts were dirty and brown
some time ago in the city run solely on steam
We must face what we fear, and everyone s sad that he s gone
this disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
One afternoon frederick worthington clocked into work, the power plant workers would rise and stick to routine
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes, as year after year, in his premature years
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen, the power plant workers would rise and stick to routine Sweat, so with blood
Frederick met his unfortunate, in his premature years Tears, this disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
he went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
They d press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say, he pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
this disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
We must face what we fear, the pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue, changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
frederick met his unfortunate
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked, the pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue, this city still needs us to work
and the grinding of gears
And the passing of years, and the grinding of gears Blood,, so we must carry on with our blood