Working below ground, somebody has to do it.
Down under into the depths of hell into waters deep
Where pipes all come into one
Where the water flows around my feet
Your homes are where it all comes from.
You do get used to the smell
It’s surprising what floats by
Working daily in this place in hell
With rats running loose along the side.
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