Factory Songtext
von Melissa McClelland

Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from his bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, steps out in the morning light
The work, the working, just the working life


Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
The factory takes his hearing, and factory gives him life
The work, the working, just the working life

End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through those gates with death in their eyes
You better believe it, boy, somebody′s gonna get hurt tonight
The working, the working, the working life

The working, the working, the working life
The work, the working, just the working life