The Chemical Workers Song
And its go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day in this place your two days nearer death
But you go
Well a process man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that tread across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
-Great Big Sea
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