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Factory girls - Flogging Molly
Written by：Flogging Molly
Build a bridge or maybe two
Together held with footsteps she outgrew
But now she sits alone
Everyone's long gone
She dances in a photograph
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
But that was yesterday
If only today
Now these walls are crawling
Faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head
What's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their cocacolas
After washing your filthy sheets
Chasin' down the avenue
After a childhood that she never knew
Choking on woodbine
Cigarettes just kill the time
Now these walls are crawling
Faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head
What's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song
Come day go day
Wish in my heart it was sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And whiskey on a sunday traditional
Come day go day
Wish in my heart it was sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And whiskey on a sunday traditional
Now these walls are crawling
Faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head
What's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their cocacolas
After washing your filthy sheets
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' aoin and all
Empty are their pockets
But their voices are filled with song
Slayed richard and his court of kings
He stole my heart and many other things
But me I took his crown
Wish he was here to steal it now
