Monday, May 25, 2009

Next Quote

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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