" Factory "
"....Men walk through the gates with death in their eyes...."
Early in the mornin' factory whitle 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
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
I see my Daddy walkin' through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing
Factory gives him 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 boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
