Factory - Martha Wainwright

These are not my people, I should never have come here

The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab

I know a place, I’ve seen the face

And I’ll take the coast from factory to factory

Ah

These nights that I’ve been on the road

Through my window the moonlight she shone

And on my walls the fire she danced

Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run

Don’t look back, you’re moving too fast

I know a place, I’ve seen the face

And I’ll take the coast from factory to factory

Oh yeah

There are millions and millions of people around

On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds

And I can walk with them, I love them, I need their love

There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed

The run-of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold

Sores exposed to the blisters and shards

Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun

The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run

I know a place, I’ve seen a face

And I’ll take the coast from factory to factory

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Ah yeah

Ah yeah

Run, run

Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm

These are not my people, I should never have come here

I know a place, I’ve seen the face

I’ll take the high road from factory to factory

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Ah yeah