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
 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