Ben Caplan – Plough The Shit chords

[Verse]

D#mThe world is an overflowing gutter
  BIt bubbles with the brine of shit and blood
   G#mAnd those who keep their eyes upon the heavens
       B                                  A#   EAre the ones that end up faces down in the mud

D#mIt's easy to speak of grand ambitions
  BIts easy to pretend your innocent
  G#mBut lest you get distracted by the suffering of your sister
     B                              A#7    EBeing practical and trying to pay the rent


[Chorus]

B                              D#mHeaven has been promised to the righteous
G#m                    F#Hell's an overpopulated pit
C#        A#7           D#m      A#Purgatory's given to the dreamers
       B               A#7                 D#mBut the world belongs to those who plow the shit


[Verse]

There's a special place in hell for fancy talkers
         BThere's a special place in heaven for the whores
        G#mThere's a throne reserved for those with good ideas
      B                           A#7Stolen by the demagogues who wanted more

  D#mThe flowers and the laces in the market
       BAre all purchased by the peddlers of the flesh
  G#mBut those who bring relief and carnal pleasure
         B                          A#7Sometimes serve the needs of mankind for the best


[Chorus]

    B                          D#mCast off the limitations of the righteous
     G#m                               F#There are good deeds only devils can commit
      C#               A#7               D#m     A#Let us dance between the teardrops and the angels
       B               A#7                 D#mFor the world belongs to those who plow the shit


[Bridge]

B                                    G#mAt last the supreme maker decreed that this creature
                                            BTo whom he could give nothing wholly his own

Should have a share
                           A#7                     D#mIn the particular endowment of every other creature

Taking man therefore this
D#mCreature of indeterminate image
  BHe set him in the middle of the world
                     G#mAnd thus spoke to him
                     BWe have given you, oh Adam
                A#7No visage proper to yourself
                        D#mNo endowment properly your own

In order that
                                       BWhatever price, whatever form, whatever gifts you may with

Premeditation select
                 G#mThese same may you have and possess
                                       BThrough your own judgement and decision
                 A#7We have made you a creature neither of heaven
D#mNor of Earth!

Neither mortal
 D#m            Nor immortal!
 BIn order that you may
                                              G#mAs the free and proud shaper of your own being
                                            
Fashion yourself in the form you may propose
 B                  A#mIt will be in your power
                       D#mTo descend to the lower brutish forms of life
                BYou will be able through your own judgement and decision
         G#mTo rise again to the superior orders
   B          A#7Of life is divine!


[Verse]

  D#mThe dead become the emperors of memory
   BThe saints have all been eaten by the worms
  G#mThe living will write a twisted future
   B                                  A#7And the sinners all have practical concerns

   D#mThe sentinels with rifles on the border
  BOf the pretenses of charity are swept
  G#mOh but let's not talk of slipping into nightmares
       B                              A#7For the day is run by those who haven't slept


[Chorus]

  B                              D#mSo throw away the vestments of the righteous
    B                          D#mMake sure the body almost lovely fits
   C#             A#7                 D#m        A#The souls are taken flight now from the birdhouse
       B               A#7                D#mAnd the world belongs to those who plow the shit