Castle Jones lost three fingers in his first week on the job
And the boys all cheered when he kept working
Later that month he gave up that whole hand to hear them cheer again.

Then Castle Jones walked with a limp
After taking a hard hit to his knee
But when he brought a cane to work the boys laughed
And Castle Jones didn’t like that much.

Castle Jones screaming himself hoarse
The day his pretty long hair got caught in a machine
But the boys said they liked his scars better anyway

And when Castle Jones lost an eye he sold the putrid thing off to the highest bidder,
And then everyone wanted a piece of Castle Jones.

A few years later, one of the boys who knew him
Struck it rich on a lotto ticket
And went around buying up all the pieces
And getting his wife to sew him back together.

We are bound together, all of us
By thread and careful needle.