Killing Floor

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Joe spoke no english but he had a 
dream
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And he saved up most of his pay
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To bring his wife and six kids from 
Lebanon
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And settle down here to stay

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You could feel the prison of his 
loneliness
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He wouldn't see them for years
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He kept brandy behind the compressed
 air tanks
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And he gulped it when the coast 
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was clear

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Nick the Greek collected tropical 
fish
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Had to be a character too
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Smuggled in Pirhana just to break 
the law
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And he fed them on kangaroo

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Bob's pride was his handlebar 
moustache
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Said he still combed out sand
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Pushed a tank through the Sahara 
desert
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So they made him the leading hand

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And the summer night shifts were 
long and cool
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Charlie chain smoked cigars
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David sweated in his speckled 
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paint mask
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As he gazed out at the stars

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Crazy Charlie was a Yugoslav
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His old straight eight Chevy could 
move
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His ambition was to live on a hippie
 commune
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When Dave told him about free love

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Fred had been a farmer and a 
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heavyweight champ
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Hands like a stump jump plough
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Moved the earth with a thrust of his
 arms
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He was loading on the paint line now

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And the boys made a noise every 
Friday night
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At the bar of the Hilton Hotel
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Downing pints and chewing the fat
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Till the ten o'clock closing bell

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It was only rumour til the foreman 
came
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And hiding his shame with a cough
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He said they're cutting back down 
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to one shift now
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They're gonna have to lay you off

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Joe held his gaze and gulped a 
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brandy
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And spat it out at his feet
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Bob stood bolt still looking 
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thunderstruck
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Nick swore for an hour in Greek

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Their anger was spent in a rush of 
fire
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And smouldered out of mind
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When they shook hands on that last 
grey day
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Each was in his way resigned

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Then a few days later I saw old Joe
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Looking like he'd aged ten years
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Drunk on the tiles at the Stag Hotel
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And he couldn't hold back the tears

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Fred had talked of his grueling 
heavyweight bouts
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I remembered what he'd said
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There's no giving up on that 
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killing floor
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If you don't fight you're dead

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If you work with your hands for 
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your livelihood
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Some day you might have to choose
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When the class war rages on the 
factory floor
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If you don't fight you lose
If you don't fight you loose...