Oh, Injury Songtext
von Rasputina

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