The Process Man



A process man am I and I'm telling you no lie

I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky

There's thunder all around me and poison in the air

There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in my hair



And it's go, boy, go

They'll time your every breath

And every day you're in this place

You're two days nearer death

But you go



I've worked among the spinners and I've breathed the oily smoke

I've shoveled up the gypsum till it nigh on makes you choke

I've stood knee-deep in cyanide, gone sick with caustic burn

Been workin' rough and seen enough to make your stomach turn



(CHO)

There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore

The young boys like the money and they all come back for more

But soon you're getting on, you look older than you should

For every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood



(CHO)



Come all you young fellows and a warning hear me say

Don't work for Hooker Chemical on the shores of the Elliot Bay

Don't take the pay and promises, don't bet your youth so strong

Don't end up like me at 33, no one to sing your song



(CHO)



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