Kepone Factory - Dead Kennedys

I finally found a job in the paper

Moving barrels at a chemical plant

There’s a shiny-looking dust on my fingers

Going up my nose and into my lungs

It’s the Kepone poisoning, minamata (Kepone!)

It’s the Kepone poisoning, minamata (Kepone!)

At the grimy Kepone factory (Kepone!)

Turning people into bonsai trees

Now I’ve got these splitting headaches

I can’t quite get it up no more

I can’t sleep and it’s driving me crazy

I shake all day and I’m seeing double, yeah!

It’s the Kepone poisoning, minamata (Kepone!)

It’s the Kepone poisoning, minamata (Kepone!)

At the grimy Kepone factory (Kepone!)

Turning people into bonsai trees

Gonna go down to your big metal building

Gonna slam right through your bright metal door

Gonna grab you by your sta-prest collar

And ram some Kepone down your throat

The lawyer says, «That's the breaks, kid

Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life

If you don’t sue, we’ll give you a Trans-Am»

That I’ll never drive 'cause I shake all the time!

'Cause of the Kepone poisoning, minamata (Kepone!)

It’s the Kepone poisoning, minamata (Kepone!)

At the grimy Kepone factory, ee-yeah!

(Kepone!)

Aw, aw, cough