Juliana Hatfield - Metal Fume Fever

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I was passed out
On the factory floor
I couldnt feel my legs
I couldnt swallow
Im burning metal
For motherfuckers
Im making weapons
For southern lovers
I got the fever
I got metal fume fever
You might as well do dope
Youre gonna get sick
Of something nasty
Out in the modern world
Doubled over
What kind of cancer
Did you ask for?
It came out of the plant
And into the sky
Into your eyes
Into your bones
Into your homes
Into your skin
You cant wash it off your hands
I got the fever
I got metal fume fever