Rasputina

Oh my sweet love. He built a rotary cuff.
His shoulder got smashed.
Hes gotta mend and repair a device to work where
He got hurt 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 pen knife, a can-opener.
Oh Injury.
One kind of fold, they dont know its broke.
The others dont care.
They just sit and complain about imagined pain.
About an uncle who fell down the stairs.
Since he got hurt, he dont go to work.
We try to get by.
He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare.
We cant help but ask ourselves, "Why?"
[ Oh, Injury Lyrics ]