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      He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare   We try to get by            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