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 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
Factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing
Factory gives him life
The working, the working
Just the working 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 somebody's
Gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
The work, the work, the working life
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Flying Pickets - Factory Lyrics
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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 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
Factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing
Factory gives him life
The working, the working
Just the working 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 somebody's
Gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
The work, the work, the working life
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch
Walks 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
Factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing
Factory gives him life
The working, the working
Just the working 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 somebody's
Gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
The work, the work, the working life
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC