The Burning Hell - Industrialists

^CThey say he was a pil^Amlar of industry ^CWell, God made some pill^Amars, so some must filler be. ^CLike me, a simple servant ^Amof the company ^CMy humble tongue begins^Am his eulogy

^CWhen only a sma^Amll boy with no mother’s love ^CAnd no answers from t^Amhe Great Dancer up above ^CAnd no firm father t^Amo guide him ^CHe watched a wild horse^Am, and longed to ride him ^FAnd legend has i^Gt that on that day ^FHe planted two tiny f^Geet in that wild horse’s way ^FThat mighty stallion with a^G deathly eye ^FThe stars looked down to w^Gatch a child die ^CBut as the horse rear^Amed up to crush his tiny bones ^CIts heart grew cold^Am, cold as river stones ^CFor it saw the steel in t^Amhe soul of the child ^CAnd knew that no more wou^Amld it run free and wild ^FAnd so our hero ^Gtamed his untamable horse ^FThat was the beginni^Gng of his winning course ^FAnd from that moment ‘til ^Gthe end of his days ^FThe people of this land woul^Gd hear him say

It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Amto make a world It takes a^Fll kinds of people t^Co make a world From the ^Cfarmer in the field to the^Am spaceman in space Everyb^Fody has a reason, a p^Curpose and place

^CWell, he was ten he s^Amtarted his first company ^CLess than five feet t^Amall, but already somebody ^CBy the time he was si^Amxteen he owned a warehouse block ^CWhere he traded in tr^Amailers, trucks, lights and livestock ^FThen came that f^Gamous day you all know ^FHe went to buy a^G hacienda down in Mexico ^FFell in love wit^Gh a señora, begged her to get engaged ^FThe main problem^G was, she was three times his age ^CThe other problem was^Am, she was already hitched ^CTo a real hijo de put^Ama, a sonofabitch ^CThey agreed to duel i^Amn the abandoned aeropuerto ^CThe husband said “you^Am can have her over mi cuerpo muerto” ^FOur hero said “S^Gí - esto no es muy difícil” ^FThen he shot so ^Gfast it looked like his hands were holding still ^FWith his dying e^Gyes the husband looked up to see the circling birds ^FAnd then he hear^Gd those famous words:

It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Amto make a world It takes a^Fll kinds of people t^Co make a world From the ^Cfarmer in the field to the^Am spaceman in space Everyb^Fody has a reason, a p^Curpose and place

^CYou know the story as^Am well as I do ^CBut I’ll fill in the ^Amblanks now - at least I’ll try to ^CHe returned to his ho^Ammeland with his aged bride ^CFour hundred labourer^Ams at his side ^FHe said “I’ll se^Gize the knocking fists of opportunity and history ^FI shall build an^G empire of diligence and industry ^FShaped like a py^Gramid, all golden, aglow: ^FWith my office a^Gt the apex and the others below!” ^CWe all worked togethe^Amr to build his dream ^CIn the swelter of the^Am smelter and the sweat of the steam ^CThough many hands cra^Ammped and many muscles ached ^COh how we laughed on ^Amour coffee breaks ^FFor we dreamed o^Gf the day when the work would be done ^FAnd at last it s^Geemed that great day had come ^FThe pyramid glis^Gtened like a golden fire ^FBut he said “No,^G it’s not high enough, it needs to be higher!”

It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Amto make a world It takes a^Fll kinds of people t^Co make a world From the ^Cfarmer in the field to the^Am spaceman in space Everyb^Fody has a reason, a p^Curpose and place

^CNow it’s true that so^Amme grumbled and some were sure ^CThose famous words we^Amre simply a non-sequitur ^CBut with a soft sigh ^Amwe went back to work for many years ^COur families and our ^Amfiancés collected their heartbroken tears ^F‘Til one day the^G unthinkable happened: ^FYoung José was h^Gigh up on the scaffold ^FHe screamed like^G a baby bird abandoned in a tree: ^F“¡Dios mío, much^Gachos, you must come and see!” ^CThere under the cyclo^Amps eye of the endless sun ^CWe climbed the scaffo^Amlding one by trembling one ^CTruly it was an evil ^Amsight to behold: ^CThere was our jefe, i^Ammprisoned in gold. ^FMurdered with mo^Glten metal, now pinned there gruesomely ^FWith only God’s ^Gunblinking eye and of course us to see ^FWe had to leave ^Ghis body to the hungry birds ^FBut deep in the ^Gpyramid’s face we carved these words:

It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Am(All kinds of people) It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Am(All kinds of people) It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Am(All kinds of people) It takes ^Call kinds of people ^Amto make a world

They say ^Che was a pillar of i^Amndustry Well, God^C made some pillars, ^Amso some must filler be.