The Chemical Worker’s Song

A process man am I and I'm telling you no lie
I've worked and breathed 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, boys, 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, I've breathed in the oily smoke
I've shoveled up the gypsum, and it nigh on makes you choke;
I've stood knee-deep in cyanide, gone sick with the caustic burn
I've been working rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn

And it's go, boys, go
They'll time your every breath;
And every day you're in this place, You're two days nearer death
But you go

There's overtime, there's bonus, opportunities galore
All the young lads like the money, and they all come back for more;
Ah, but soon you're knocking on, looking older than you should
Aye, for every bob made on this job, you pay with flesh and blood

And it's go, boys, go
They'll time your every breath;
And every day you're in this place, You're two days nearer death
But you go