Hi, I am the one singing the Chemical Worker's Song with Foreign Feathers. This ist the text I am meant to be singing:

And it's go, boys, go
They'll time you every breath
And everyday you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go

A process am I
I'm telling you no lie
I've worked and breathed among the fumes
That trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me
There's poison in the air
The lousy smell that smacks of hell
And dust all in me hair.

I've worked among the spinners
I've breathed in the oily smoke
I've shoveled up the gipsum
It's nigh and makes you choke
I've stood knee-deep in cyanide
Going sick with a caustic burn
Been working rough, I've seen enough
To make your stomachs turn.

There's overtime and bonus
Opportunities galore
Oh, the young lads like the money
And they all come back for more
But still you're knocking on now
Looking older than you should
For every bob made at this job
Is paid in flesh and blood.


That's it.

We found this song by Ron Angel (as marked on our CD 'It Could Be Worse') on a record by Tara called 'Rigs of the Time' and re-arranged it, especially the final chorus. The intermezzo is Breton.

Hope this bit of information might be useful
Hannes