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Oh, my sweet love He built a rotary cuff His shoulder got smashed He's gotta mend and repair a device To work where he got hit by the blast
Oh, woe is he Unable to see in front of his face A mistreated machine can start acting mean It can crack up all over the place
Oh, injury
What a nasty wound Here, let me see
If you put metal inside of a man He can work much faster than you can With a toothpick, a penknife, a can opener
Oh, injury
One kind of folk, they don't know it's broke The others don't care They just sit and complain about some imagined pain About some uncle who fell down the stairs
"Since he got hurt He don't go to work We try to get by He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare We can't help but ask ourselves why"
Oh, injury
Oh, injury
Oh, injury
What a nasty wound Here, let me see
If you put metal inside of a man He can work much faster than you can With a toothpick, a penknife, a can opener
Oh, injury
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