CHORUS: And its go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day in this place your two days near to 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 CHORUS Well I've worked among the spitters and I breathe the oily smoke I've shovelled up the gypsum and it neigh 'on makes you choke I've stood knee deep cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn Been working rough, I've seen enough, to make your stomach turn CHORUS There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young men like their money and they all come back for more But soon your knocking on and you look older than you should For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood CHORUS Well a process man am I and I'm telling 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 CHORUS x 2
In the same day, we get an article about people making an expedition to find the Ark, and a new batch of pictures from Titan.
We're bitching that the pictures of anything Ark-related could be doctored, but no one's questionning the pictures from NASA.
Something goes bad with Unix - Shame on the exploiters. Something goes bad with Windows - Microsoft sucks. I really appreciate the humour :)
I prefer the song "Process Man" by Great Big Sea.
CHORUS:
And its go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day in this place your two days near to 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
CHORUS
Well I've worked among the spitters and I breathe the oily smoke
I've shovelled up the gypsum and it neigh 'on makes you choke
I've stood knee deep cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn
Been working rough, I've seen enough, to make your stomach turn
CHORUS
There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon your knocking on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood
CHORUS
Well a process man am I and I'm telling 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
CHORUS x 2
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