Blood, Sweat And Tears

Some time ago in the city run solely on steam

The power plant workers would rise and stick to routine

Breaking their backs 'till their work shirts were dirty and brown

As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town

As parts would get old, these men would make the repairs

Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care

Working their hands to the bone and slaving away

They'd press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say

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!

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 will slave to keep our beautiful city alive!

And with blood, sweat and tears

And the passing of years

We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!

Blood, sweat and tears!