Process Man

A process man will cry and I’m tellin' you no lie
He works and breathes among the fumes that tread across the sky
There’s thunder all around him and there’s poison in the air
There’s a musty smell that smacks of hell and dust all in his hair
And it’s go boy go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death
But you go
I’ve lived here nigh on twenty years and I’ve seen my share of pain
The process boys they come and go in snow and sleet and rain
I tend their cuts and bruises and I send them on their way
But with this work I know they’ll be back another day
And it’s go boy go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death
But you go
They work among the spinners and they breathe the oily smoke
They shovel at the gypsum that will neigh 'on make you choke
They stand knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn
They work so rough, I’ve seen enough, to make your stomach turn
And it’s go boy go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death
But you go
There’s overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon they’re knocking on, they’re looking older than they should
For every bob made on this job is earned with sweat and blood
And it’s go boy go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death
But you go
A process man will cry and I’m tellin' you no lie
He works and breathes among the fumes that tread across the sky
There’s thunder all around him and there’s poison in the air
There’s a musty smell that smacks of hell and dust all in his hair
And it’s go boy go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death
But you go
But you go
But you go
But you go