Original lyrics
ENI have found the neutral flame
Six thousand degrees.
When the molten puddles came
Pull that trigger, squeeze.
Slag, yeah.
Molten ball of metal.
Slag, yeah.
Madness of the melt.
Tilt your gun at a 45
Push the trigger, do not pull.
If the shit gets hot it's gonna dive
Fill it with your rod until its full.
