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"Dad, I finally finished vocational school!"

"Well done, son. Well done."

"So, what am I going to be now?"

"You're coming to work with me at the factory."

Super-fitter—working for pennies

Super-fitter—years in a collar

Super-fitter—working for pennies

Super-fitter—scraps from the dumpster

Super-fitter—working for pennies

Super-fitter—saving up for a Benz

Super-fitter—working for pennies

Super-fitter—surrounded by accomplices

We’re small-fry folks—no Cruisers here, just beat-up jalopies

But we’ve seen Nikes—get this—even on felt boots (a classic look)

We’re working alongside old-timers here, man—the old-school breed (that’s just how it is)

Years swinging a sledgehammer—only the biceps get stronger (arms like tanks)

We look a bit beat-up—but the foreman doesn't judge us for it

Work clothes caked in tar—eyes sharp as stone (like Thor's)

We’re piling up extra experience—and growing hunched backs in the process (unlike those slackers)

For every guy like you, there’s a sea of ​​others waiting outside the fence—bottom-rung guys, ready for anything (totally ready)

Coming from all corners of the city—up at dawn, battling the roosters (pay attention now)

While those crooks and their cronies are lounging in the steam room...

The hammer and the grind, my friend—it’s a vicious cycle

And once again, all the glory goes to the "boss's crew"

First order of business: cut out the booze (poor Emelya is bored now)

Less laziness, more heavy lifting (the foreman is riding our backs)

We were felling timber all month long—hey, boss, where's my cash? I’m clinging to my spot—I’m a super-fitter.

Super-fitter: working for pennies.

Super-fitter: years spent in a collar.

Super-fitter: working for pennies.

Super-fitter: grub from the dumpster.

Super-fitter: working for pennies.

Super-fitter: saving up for a Benz.

Super-fitter: working for pennies.

Super-fitter: surrounded by accomplices.

Digga-digga, blue coveralls—I’m a fitter in the assembly shop.

My face—a mere mannequin—is scorched to the bone by metal dust.

Who would I be if not for this workshop and my trusty crew?

And the boss’s gut, always ready to sing us a serenade...

Ooh-ooh-ooh—we gotta hit the quota today!

Overtime is unpaid—so buckle down, bro.

But hey, there’s a bonus at year-end—a little envelope on the desk...

Right before New Year’s—right? Yeah, you lying sack of shit.

I’m grinding away at the factory—six days on, one day off.

I sit on the boss’s carpet—shit—just like Aladdin.

Every day he tells me I need to pick up the pace.

But I’m out in the break room smoking—fuck it—I just can’t get in the zone yet.

Every month comes the paycheck—the advance and the full wage.

I get my wife some new threads, down a glass, and restore my balance.

Toys for my daughter, then back to the factory until my very last breath.

I dress up my little one nice; I’m in all my old rags—but I don’t give a fuck.

Super Plumber—working for pennies.

Super Plumber—years spent in a collar.

Super Plumber—working for pennies.

Super Plumber—eating grub out of a Tupperware container.

Super Plumber—working for pennies.

Super Plumber—saving up for a Mercedes.

Super Plumber—working for pennies.

Super Plumber—surrounded by fellow convicts.

Super Plumber, su-su-per plumber.

Super Plumber, su-su-per plumber.

Super Plumber, su-su-per plumber.

Super Plumber, su-su-per plumber.