Early in the morning, factory whistle blows Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes Man takes his lunch, steps out in the morning light The working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain Factory takes his hearing and factory gives him life The working, the working, just the working life
End of a day, factory whistle cries Men walk through those gates with death in their eyes And you better believe it, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight The working, the working, just the working life
