Sixteen and time to pay off
I get this job in a piss factory
Inspecting pipes
Forty hours
Thirty-six dollars a week
But it's a pay-check, Jack
So hot in here, hot like Sahara
You could faint from the heat
But these bitches are just too lame to understand
Too goddamned grateful to get this job
To know they're getting screwed up the ass
All these women
They got no teeth, or gum, or cranium
And the way they suck hot sausage
But me?
Well, I wasn't saying too much neither
I was more a school girl
Hard-working asshole
I figured I was speedo motorcycle
I had to earn my dough
Had to earn my dough
But no, you got to
You got to relate, babe
You got to find the rhythm within
Floor boss slides up to me and he says "Hey sister
You're just moving too fast
You're screwing up the quota. You're doing your piece work too fast
Now you get off your Mustang, Sally,
You ain't going nowhere
You ain't going nowhere."
I laid back, I get my nerve up
I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook
And I say
"Hey
Hey sister
It don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow
There's always more labor after."
She's real Catholic, see
She fingers her cross
And she says
“There is one reason
There is one reason
You do it my way or I push your face in
We knee you in the John if you don't get off your Mustang, Sally
If you don't shake it up baby
Shake it up baby
Twist and shout”
Oh, would I could hear a radio here
James Brown singing 'I Lost Someone'
Or the Jesters
And the Paragons
And Georgie Woods, The Guy with the Goods
And Guided Missiles
But no
I got nothing
No diversion
No window
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster
In the plaster
Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's convent
All those nurses, all those nuns
Scatting round with their blue hoods
Like cats in mourning.
Or to me they
You know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
Down there
Not having to press those smooth
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
Not having to worry about the in-speed
The dogma of in-speed labor
Or then, they’re pretty damn free down there
The way they smell
The way they smell
And here I got to be up here
Smelling Dot Hook's midwife sweat
I would rather smell the way boys smell
Oh, those schoolboys
Way their legs flap under the desk in the study hall
That odor rising
Roses and ammonia
And the way their dicks droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no
I got to
I got to put clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel
Me against the wheel
Oh, the in-speed, slow motion inspection
Is driving me insane
In steel next to Dot Hook
Oh, we may look the same
Shoulder to shoulder
Sweating 110 degrees
But I will never faint
I will never faint
They laugh and they expect me to faint
But I will never faint
I refuse to lose
I refuse to fall down
Because, you see
It's the monotony that's got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a re-run
Next to Dot Hook
And yes, we look the same
Both pumping steel
Both sweating
But you know she got nothing to hide
And I got something to hide here
Called desire.
I got something to hide here
Called desire
And I will get out of here
You know that fear potion is just about to come
In my nose is the taste of sugar
And I got nothing to hide here
Save desire
And I'm going to go
I'm going to get out of here
I'm going to get out of here
I'm going to get on that train
And I'm going to go on that train
And go to New York City
I'm going to be somebody
I'm getting
Going to get on that train
Go to New York City
I'm going to be so big
I'm going to be a big star
And I will never return
Never return
No, never return to burn at this piss factory
And I will travel light
Oh, watch me now.
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