Oh, my sweet love

He built a rotary cuff

His shoulder got smashed

He's gotta mend and repair a device

To work where he got hit by the blast



Oh, woe is he

Unable to see in front of his face

A mistreated machine can start acting mean

It can crack up all over the place



Oh, injury



What a nasty wound

Here, let me see



If you put metal inside of a man

He can work much faster than you can

With a toothpick, a penknife, a can opener



Oh, injury



One kind of folk, they don't know it's broke

The others don't care

They just sit and complain about some imagined pain

About some uncle who fell down the stairs



"Since he got hurt

He don't go to work

We try to get by

He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare

We can't help but ask ourselves why"



Oh, injury



Oh, injury



Oh, injury



What a nasty wound

Here, let me see



If you put metal inside of a man

He can work much faster than you can

With a toothpick, a penknife, a can opener



Oh, injury


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