By Georgeann Eskievich Rettberg
Hell, steelworkers built this country.
I work like a jackass in there.
I deserve the money.
They take half in taxes,
but shit, this ia a great country.
Can't complain even with strikes layoffs.
I got a house a car a kid in college.
But the shit that goes on in the place.
The noise blows your head off.
And hot try sitting in a tree
in the middle of a forest fire.
Dying doesn't scare me.
Christ, I've seen hell.
It has smokestacks and a blast furnace.