The Burning Hell - Industrialists lyrics

They say he was a pillar of industry Well, God made some pillars, so some must filler be. Like me, a simple servant of the company My humble tongue begins his eulogy When only a small boy with no mother's love And no answers from the Great Dancer up above And no firm father to guide him He watched a wild horse, and longed to ride him And legend has it that on that day He planted two tiny feet in that wild horse's way That mighty stallion with a d**hly eye The stars looked down to watch a child die But as the horse reared up to crush his tiny bones Its heart grew cold, cold as river stones For it saw the steel in the soul of the child And knew that no more would it run free and wild And so our hero tamed his untamable horse That was the beginning of his winning course And from that moment 'til the end of his days The people of this land would hear him say It takes all kinds of people to make a world It takes all kinds of people to make a world From the farmer in the field to the spaceman in space Everybody has a reason, a purpose and place Well, he was ten he started his first company Less than five feet tall, but already somebody By the time he was sixteen he owned a warehouse block Where he traded in trailers, trucks, lights and livestock Then came that famous day you all know He went to buy a hacienda down in Mexico Fell in love with a señora, begged her to get engaged The main problem was, she was three times his age The other problem was, she was already hitched To a real hijo de puta, a sonofab**h They agreed to duel in the abandoned aeropuerto The husband said "you can have her over mi cuerpo muerto" Our hero said "Sí - esto no es muy difícil" Then he shot so fast it looked like his hands were holding still With his dying eyes the husband looked up to see the circling birds And then he heard those famous words: It takes all kinds of people to make a world It takes all kinds of people to make a world From the farmer in the field to the spaceman in space Everybody has a reason, a purpose and place You know the story as well as I do But I'll fill in the blanks now - at least I'll try to He returned to his homeland with his aged bride Four hundred labourers at his side He said "I'll seize the knocking fists of opportunity and history I shall build an empire of diligence and industry Shaped like a pyramid, all golden, aglow: With my office at the apex and the others below!" We all worked together to build his dream In the swelter of the smelter and the sweat of the steam Though many hands cramped and many muscles ached Oh how we laughed on our coffee breaks For we dreamed of the day when the work would be done And at last it seemed that great day had come The pyramid glistened like a golden fire But he said "No, it's not high enough, it needs to be higher!" It takes all kinds of people to make a world It takes all kinds of people to make a world From the farmer in the field to the spaceman in space Everybody has a reason, a purpose and place Now it's true that some grumbled and some were sure Those famous words were simply a non-sequitur But with a soft sigh we went back to work for many years Our families and our fiancés collected their heartbroken tears 'Til one day the unthinkable happened: Young José was high up on the scaffold He screamed like a baby bird abandoned in a tree: "¡Dios mío, muchachos, you must come and see!" There under the cyclops eye of the endless sun We climbed the scaffolding one by trembling one Truly it was an evil sight to behold: There was our jefe, imprisoned in gold. Murdered with molten metal, now pinned there gruesomely With only God's unblinking eye and of course us to see We had to leave his body to the hungry birds But deep in the pyramid's face we carved these words: It takes all kinds of people to make a world.