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