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