Oh, Injury

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

He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare
We try to get by

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