Another Brother Down
There was a tragedy down in the plant tonight,
Another brother met his maker eye to eye
It was an easy job he never should have died
They gassed another brother, someone got it wrong
The truth hits harder than fiction, and it can sound like a lie
This plant will still turn huge profits, even if, all of us dies
This wasn’t booze or dope
This wasn’t pills or smoke
There were no guns, no crosses blazing through the night
He was a righteous man
He was a lot like you
He had a wife, two kids, a house, a brand new life.
In a month who’ll remember
If he was black or white?
Was it July or December? Was it the day or the night?
Another brother down in a plant accident
He's gone to meet his maker eye to eye
So take two minutes out,
There won’t be no scream nor shout
There is no gain in playin’ with a brothers life.
Satan’s got his union, local 666
And those welders hangin’ around there,
They’re gunna show him some tricks.
There is a smell of fear.
Its heavy in the air
I curse this job and softly say a little prayer
There is the smell of death
You wonder who’ll be next
Ill put dead flowers on his headstone where he rests
I need shot of religion
A shot of whiskey or rye
Something to wipe out the memory
Of watchin’ my buddy die