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Asbestos
Lyle Sayer, 1984

Tiny fibres you don't see
Seemed a lot of bull to me
But now the cancer it has grown
And my lungs have turned to stone.

Joined the navy, went to sea.
Seemed that life was good to me.
Insulation 'round the pipes,
Didn't know you'd take my life.

Braked the car, asbestos flew.
Rode a train asbestos blew
Through the cracks in roof and walls
Like the rain it gently falls.

In the town of Wittenoom
By the road wildflowers bloom.
On the ground and in the air
There's asbestos everywhere.

Profits from asbestos mines
Kept Lang Hancock doing fine.
No regrets, no tears apply
To the miners that now die.

Those who knew but did not tell
May the bastards burn in hell!
Don't be anybody's fool:
Safety first, the golden rule.

Tiny fibres you don't see
Seemed a lot of bull to me
But now the cancer it has grown
And my lungs have turned to stone.

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