Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
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 there’s poison in the air
There’s a lousy smell that’s smacks of Hell and dust all in my hair
Chorus:
And its go boys go they’ll time your every breathe
And every day you’re in the place you’re two days nearer death
And ye 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 the cyanide got sick with caustic burn
Been working rough I’ve seen enough to make your stomach turn
Chorus
There’s overtime and bonus, opportunities galore
All the young lads like the money so they all come back for more
But soon you’re knocking on now look older than you should
And every bob earned on that Job is paid with flesh and blood
Chorus