The Haves Have Naught

	  		
Verse 
      Ab             Fm      Ab           Fm 
Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his wares 
B              Cm              B       Cm 
Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares 
            Ab         Fm              Ab         Fm 
Don’t you wonder what keeps him there, day after day, 
B            Cm         B              Cm 
Begging for gold as his hair turns to gray? 

Interlude 
Bb Fm 

Ebm              Db         B 
Blindly they’re bounding apace; 
               Ebm       Db          B 
Starving for mercy in a merciless place 
        Bbm             Abm          Eb 
Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens 
                   Bbm         Abm            Eb 
And find them so lively when they’re barely breathing 
               Abm7    Eb 
Just barely breathing… 


Interlude 
Ab Fm Ab Fm B Cm  

Verse 
      Ab            Fm       Ab          Fm 
Just look at that toymaker grinding his gears 
B           Cm         B          Cm 
Turning no profit but he doesn’t care 
           Ab        Fm        Ab        Fm 
He keeps smiles on faces and, day after day, 
      B             Cm         B            Cm 
The children keep sadness and suffering at bay 

Interlude 
Bb Fm  

Ebm        Db        B 
Blissfully bounding apace 
                Ebm       Db        B 
Searching for mercy in a merciless place 
        Bbm           Abm         Eb 
Only a monster makes fodder from saints 
                   Bbm            Abm              Eb 
And finds them so worthless when they’re full of grace 
             Abm7    Eb 
So full of grace… 


Bridge 
     B 
But what better use of hookers and thieves 
                                                   Db                Bbm  
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum into life a harmony of industry 
     Abm7         
But what is the use of cutting them down; 
     Abm7 
To smother and choke the souls of our town? 
    Eb 
I know there is another way… 

Duet {listen for the exact chord changes} 
    B         
But, what is so wrong with giving them purpose?  
(Just how could you weed them out?) 
(Degrading them without a doubt) 
Db  
A man like yourself could give worth to the worthless 
(You’re bleeding them dry) 
Bbm                             Abm7 
(They live and die like you and I…) 
      Abm7                           
Without the guidance of rulers and tyrants 
(… and under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant) 
      B                                 Eb 
These people will just tear themselves apart 
(They’ll just tear themselves apart) 

Verse 
       Ab             Fm      Ab          Fm 
Just look at that charlatan steeped in deceit 
     B             Cm          B            Cm 
A threat to the young; to the old and the meek 
           Ab           Fm           Ab         Fm   
Don’t you wonder what made him so vicious; so sick 
    B          Cm 
So far out of balance; 
    B          Cm 
So cruel and so callous; 
    B          Cm 
So married to malice?