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