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Factory
1,333
Rock
Factory was released on January 1, 1982 by A&M as a part of the album Call of the West
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1982
LabelA&M
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wall of Voodoo
Wall of Voodoo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chas T. Gray
Chas T. Gray
Composer
Oliver Joe Nanini Jr
Oliver Joe Nanini Jr
Composer
Stan Ridgway
Stan Ridgway
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Mazda
Richard Mazda
Producer

Lyrics

Now I know I had something to say
But the problem is to say something
Uh, you gotta say it
And I still don't remember a thing
Since the funny gas came out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't O.K. it
Now I remember—did I tell ya?
Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw
Didn't see the belt buckle or the blade slip
And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch
Funny thing, still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was
Now I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work every day
For the last twenty years or so
And I really don't mind work assembly line
Got an intercom blasting the news
And the latest on the baseball scores
Come around every Friday
Well, I get a paycheck
Take the same road home that I come to work on
Heck, it's a living
And I got another factory back home
I got a barbeque, a pink mustang, fender's chrome
And at nine o'clock I sit there in my chair
And I don't know why I lose my hair
And then I go to
And then I go to
And then I go to sleep
Well, I like to know what I'm doin’ when I do it
And I do what I'm doin’
'Cause I don't know what to do when I'm not doin’ it
Sometimes I remember as a boy
My father told me I could grow up to be anything
I really wanted to be anything
And everyday at lunch
I still look for my lost digit
Still got that funny scratch
So maybe when I find it, I can itch it
And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard
For the kids to wade in
And I, I, I, I-I-I
I got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, a pink mustang, fender's chrome
At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down
Just lately when my wife talks back to me
I slap her around
And then I go to
And then I go to
And then I go to sleep
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Written by: Chas T. Gray, Marc Moreland, Oliver Joe Nanini Jr, Stan Ridgway
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