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
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 hearin’
Factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
(Musical Interlude)
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
The working, the working, just the working life
Oh, it’s the working, the working, just the working life
Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm
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