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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 work), the working (the working), just the working life (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 work (the work), the working (the working), just the working life (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
The working (the working), the working (the working), just the working life (just the working life)
Go hitch, the working (the working), the working (the working), just the working life (just the working life)
Hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm
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Hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm-hmmmmm
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