| Lyrics: | 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 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, 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. |
