Factory

Early in the morning, factory whistle blows Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light It's the work (the work), the working (the working), just the working life (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 Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life The work (the work), the working (the working), just the working life (just the working life) End of the day, factory whistle cries Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes And you just better believe, boy Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight The working (the working), the working (the working), just the working life (just the working life) Go hitch, the working (the working), the working (the working), just the working life (just the working life) Hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm