A process man am I and I’m telling you no lie I’ve worked and breathed among the fumes that trail acros the sky There’s thunder all around me and poison in the air There’s a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in my 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 worked among the spinners, breathed in the oily smoke I’ve shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke I’ve been knee-deep in cyanide, got sick with caustic burn Been working rough, i’ve seen enough to make your stomach turn There’s overtime, there’s bonuses - opportunities galore The young ones like the money and they all come back for more But soon you’re knocking on, looking older than you should For every bob made on the job you pay in flesh and blood Come all you young fellows and a warning hear me say Don’t work for Hooker Chemical on the shores of the Elliot Bay Don’t take the pay and promises, don’t bet your youth so strong Don’t end up like me at 33, no one to sing your song