Flying Pickets Factory 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.

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