The Chemical Worker’s Song

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 me 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 breathed in the oily smoke

I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke

I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn

Been workin' rough and 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 and bonus opportunities galore

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

But soon you're knockin' on and you look older than you should

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...

But you go...

But you go

• Artist:Ron Angel