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 working, just the working life The working, the working, just the working life Through  the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain 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 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 somebody's gonna get hurt tonight It's the working, the working, just the working life The work, the work, the working life