Factory - The Flying Pickets

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 working, the working, just the working life

Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain

I 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

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

It’s the working, the working, just the working life