Factory - The Flying Pickets
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 working the working just the
Working life
It's the working 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
Factory takes his hearing factory gives him life
The working the working just the
Working life
It's the working the working 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
It's the working the working just the
Working life
It's the working the working just the
Working life
