The Dear Hunter - The Haves Have Naught
[00:01.14] Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his wares
[00:07.02] Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares
[00:12.01] Don't you wonder what keeps him there, day after day?
[00:18.76] Begging for gold as his hair turns to gray
[00:28.01] Blindly they're bounding apace
[00:32.51] Starving for mercy in a merciless place
[00:38.75] Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens
[00:44.50] And find them so lively when they're barely breathing
[00:51.00] Just barely breathing
[01:10.26] Just look at that toymaker grinding his gears
[01:16.77] Turning no profit but he doesn't care
[01:22.02] He keep smiles on faces day after day
[01:28.75] The children keep sadness and suffering at bay
[01:38.25] Blissfully bounding apace
[01:42.76] Searching for mercy in a merciless place
[01:48.76] Only a monster makes fodder from saints
[01:54.76] And finds them so worthless when they're full of grace
[02:01.01] So full of grace
[02:05.50] But what better use of hookers and thieves
[02:08.51] Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines
[02:11.51] That hum into life a harmony of industry?
[02:18.00] But what is the use of cutting them down
[02:20.76] To smother and choke the soul of our town?
[02:23.75] I know there is another way
[02:30.24] But, what is so wrong with giving them purpose?
[02:32.77] (Just how could you weed them out?)
[02:34.51] (Degrading them without doubt)
[02:36.76] A man like yourself could give worth to the worthless
[02:38.75] (You're bleeding them dry)
[02:40.00] (They live and die like you and I)
[02:42.50] Without the guidance of rulers and tyrants
[02:44.27] (And under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant)
[02:48.25] These people will just tear themselves apart
[02:55.50] Just look at that charlatan steeped in deceit
[03:03.50] A threat to the young
[03:07.50] To the old and the meek
[03:10.49] Don't you wonder what made him
[03:15.25] So vicious, so sick?
[03:18.50] So far out of balance?
[03:23.01] So cruel and so callous?
[03:28.01] So married to malice?
