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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