FACTORY SONG
Bruce Springsteen
Early in the morning, factry whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on /his clothes.
Man takes his lunchbox 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 factry gates in the rain./
Factry takes his hearing, factry gives him life/
The working / the working, just the working / life./
The working/ the working just the working life /
End of/ the day, factry whistle cries/
Men walk through/ theses gates with /
Death in their eyes. And you just better believe sombody’s gonna get hurt tonight. It’s the working /
the working, just the working / life./
The WORK, / the WORK, /the working life.