Factory Girls Lyrics

	Build a bridge or maybe two
	Together held with footsteps she outgrew
	But now she sits alone
	Everyone's long gone
	She dances in a photograph
	When it was good to joke and have a laugh
	But that was yesterday
	If only today
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what's left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing in the streets
	Drinking their Coca-Colas
	After washing your filthy sheets
	Chasing down the avenue
	After a childhood that she never knew
	Choking on woodbine
	Cigarettes just kill the time
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what's left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing aoin and all
	Empty are their pockets
	But their voices are filled with song
	Come day, go day
	Wish in my heart it was Sunday
	Drinking buttermilk all the week
	And whiskey on a Sunday
	Come day, go day
	Wish in my heart it was Sunday
	Drinking buttermilk all the week
	And whiskey on a Sunday
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what's left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing in the streets
	Drinking their Coca-Colas
	After washing your filthy sheets
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing aoin and all
	Empty are their pockets
	But their voices are filled with song
	Sláinte Richard and his court of kings
	He stole my heart and many other things
	But me, I took his crown
	Wish he was here to steal it now

	Build a bridge or maybe two
	Together held with footsteps she outgrew
	But now she sits alone
	Everyone' s long gone
	She dances in a photograph
	When it was good to joke and have a laugh
	But that was yesterday
	If only today
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what' s left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing in the streets
	Drinking their CocaColas
	After washing your filthy sheets
	Chasing down the avenue
	After a childhood that she never knew
	Choking on woodbine
	Cigarettes just kill the time
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what' s left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing aoin and all
	Empty are their pockets
	But their voices are filled with song
	Come day, go day
	Wish in my heart it was Sunday
	Drinking buttermilk all the week
	And whiskey on a Sunday
	Come day, go day
	Wish in my heart it was Sunday
	Drinking buttermilk all the week
	And whiskey on a Sunday
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what' s left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing in the streets
	Drinking their CocaColas
	After washing your filthy sheets
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing aoin and all
	Empty are their pockets
	But their voices are filled with song
	Sla inte Richard and his court of kings
	He stole my heart and many other things
	But me, I took his crown
	Wish he was here to steal it now

	Build a bridge or maybe two
	Together held with footsteps she outgrew
	But now she sits alone
	Everyone' s long gone
	She dances in a photograph
	When it was good to joke and have a laugh
	But that was yesterday
	If only today
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what' s left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing in the streets
	Drinking their CocaColas
	After washing your filthy sheets
	Chasing down the avenue
	After a childhood that she never knew
	Choking on woodbine
	Cigarettes just kill the time
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what' s left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing aoin and all
	Empty are their pockets
	But their voices are filled with song
	Come day, go day
	Wish in my heart it was Sunday
	Drinking buttermilk all the week
	And whiskey on a Sunday
	Come day, go day
	Wish in my heart it was Sunday
	Drinking buttermilk all the week
	And whiskey on a Sunday
	Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
	But before she nods her head, what' s left but sleep?
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing in the streets
	Drinking their CocaColas
	After washing your filthy sheets
	She hears a chorus of factory girls
	Singing aoin and all
	Empty are their pockets
	But their voices are filled with song
	Slá inte Richard and his court of kings
	He stole my heart and many other things
	But me, I took his crown
	Wish he was here to steal it now

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