Metal Fume Fever — текст песни (Juliana Hatfield)

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