From the time he was a kid, Mark O'Donnell and his buddies would Play in the pasture Out behind his neighborhood there were acres of vacant land And they played as only children can Ooh, in the pasture Out in the long tall grass, metal drums were lying in the broken glass The kids would play with the stuff inside of them They'd crawl in and roll around, end up spinning around on the open ground Ooh, of the pasture Ooh, they were playing with the metal drums Aah, banging on the metal drums Ooh, beat that metal drum a little faster In the town of Holbrook, Mass, you're lucky if you got the chance Working a good job, making a few bucks And it's Baird and McClair, they run that chemical plant down there Ooh, by the pasture Joanne O'Donnell had five kids and all but one of her kids got sick She was hard pressed for answers And on the other side of town, there was a street where all the doctors found Every other woman died of cancer News broke like a lightning bolt across a red-hot sky In the blue T.V. light Joanne O'Donnell cried Seemed like the kiss of death Hung in the air when a whole town found out They'd been poisoned for years The environmental plan put the site on the list of the big top ten To the tune of sixty-three million Thanks to the women and the wives, there's a chain link fence up eight feet high But that won't bring back their children As for Baird and McClair, all the soil from the ground to the bedrock down there Was ruined by the bastards Thanks to the corporate kind, they protected their assets - they're doing fine Too bad about the Holbrook disaster Beat that metal drum a little faster now, beat that metal drum now Beat that metal drum now, beat that metal drum