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