All my Friends are Furnace Men

Had to be the furnace men that started all the trouble
The last tradesmen in the country with any balls
Dealing with the likes of Lenox and Mich Con makes a man crafty too
Got to respect anyone that mixes earth wind and fire
Yah,  All the elements

After the fifth mission statement in four years
After Ford 2000 just drink the cool aid
After Wayndotte Savings becomes NBD becomes Bank One
They put blue moons in my lucky charms
Somebody had to say Whoa

It wasn't the stationary steam operators
They can't even smoke a pipe of Captain Black anymore
Got them doing all kinds of work
Mopping floors, Scrubbing toilets
No newspapers, no WJR
Worthless punks

Driving from job to job
A guy has time to think
And we all know how dangerous that is

It took the furnace men to light the pilot

Go ahead
Hire outside contractors
We'll see you at home
Shivering, and desperate
You could wake up in the night living napalm

Furnace men know, It's always personal

Don Sieloff   5/29/1999

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