Metal Fume Fever Lyrics - Juliana Hatfield

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 

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I got the fever 

I got metal fume fever 

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