I was passed out On the factory floor I couldn't feel my legs I couldn't swallow I'm burning metal For motherfuckers I'm making weapons For southern lovers
I got the fever I got metal fume fever
You might as well do dope You're gonna get sick Of something nasty Out in the modern world Doubled over What kind of cancer Did you ask for? It came out of the plant And into the sky Into your eyes Into your bones Into your homes Into your skin You can't wash it off your hands
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