The Factory Songtext
von Eggs Over Easy
The Factory Songtext
I went down to the factory
Just to pick up my pay
Boss man said, "You got no more job here"
I said, "That′s good, I was leaving anyway"
What I wanna work here for?
Feel like scum on the earth
I push a button from nine 'til four
Now, you tell me what that is worth
Called my baby on the telephone
She said, "No love today"
I said, "Listen, baby, I know you′re not alone
But you the one that is gonna have to pay"
I work hard all week
Just to keep you nice
Bring you my hard-earned pay, baby
Then you treat me cold as ice
I can't dig it, darling
You're playing it too cool
Trying to use me for a tool
But I′m not gonna let that happen
I′m just gonna leave you here to suffer, baby
Suffer!
So they can point their fingers at me
Try to tell me they're cool
Everything they fear they don′t want me to be
At church, at home, and in school
But I can see through their disguise
Yes, I know their games
All you gotta do is look into their eyes, yeah
And you can tell that they're all the same
Though they may try to tell you they′re your friends
It's really not true
It′s just a bunch of jive-ass people
Trying to take advantage of you
But don't let 'em do it, baby
Don′t let ′em do it
Oh no, please don't
Well, they′d ruin you if they could
Better get out now while the gettin' still is good
Yeah!
Just to pick up my pay
Boss man said, "You got no more job here"
I said, "That′s good, I was leaving anyway"
What I wanna work here for?
Feel like scum on the earth
I push a button from nine 'til four
Now, you tell me what that is worth
Called my baby on the telephone
She said, "No love today"
I said, "Listen, baby, I know you′re not alone
But you the one that is gonna have to pay"
I work hard all week
Just to keep you nice
Bring you my hard-earned pay, baby
Then you treat me cold as ice
I can't dig it, darling
You're playing it too cool
Trying to use me for a tool
But I′m not gonna let that happen
I′m just gonna leave you here to suffer, baby
Suffer!
So they can point their fingers at me
Try to tell me they're cool
Everything they fear they don′t want me to be
At church, at home, and in school
But I can see through their disguise
Yes, I know their games
All you gotta do is look into their eyes, yeah
And you can tell that they're all the same
Though they may try to tell you they′re your friends
It's really not true
It′s just a bunch of jive-ass people
Trying to take advantage of you
But don't let 'em do it, baby
Don′t let ′em do it
Oh no, please don't
Well, they′d ruin you if they could
Better get out now while the gettin' still is good
Yeah!
Writer(s): John O Hara Jr., Austin De Lone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com