I was passed out

On the factory floor

I couldn't feel my legs

I couldn't swallow

I'm burning metal

For motherfuckers

I'm making weapons

For southern lovers 



I got the fever

I got metal fume fever 



You might as well do dope

You're 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 can't wash it off your hands 



I got the fever

I got metal fume fever