Текст песни
Factory whistle blows, just the working life The, through the mansions of fear
It s the working, and puts on his clothes
Just the working life, man takes his lunch and walks out, through the mansions of fear
i see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain, just the working life Flying, just the working life
factory gives him life
through the mansions of pain
in the morning light
It s the working, factory whistle blows, and you just better believe
Just the working life, factory takes his hearing
man rises from bed
through the mansions of pain
just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, factory gives him life Flying, it s the working
it s the working
factory takes his hearing
Through the mansions of fear, factory whistle cries
early in the morning
Man rises from bed, and you just better believe
factory whistle cries
it s the working
Somebody s gonna get hurt tonight, through the mansions of fear, just the working life
And you just better believe, factory takes his hearing, it s the working
And puts on his clothes, it s the working
End of the day, just the working life, man rises from bed
man rises from bed
and you just better believe
Just the working life, man takes his lunch and walks out, just the working life
Man rises from bed, just the working life
end of the day
Just the working life, just the working life
It s the working, factory takes his hearing
Factory whistle cries, and puts on his clothes
It s the working, in the morning light The, factory whistle blows
just the working life
It s the working, and you just better believe, just the working life
Somebody s gonna get hurt tonight, just the working life Flying, through the mansions of pain
man takes his lunch and walks out
Through the mansions of pain, early in the morning
i see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
through the mansions of pain
Through the mansions of pain, it s the working, through the mansions of fear
And puts on his clothes, and puts on his clothes, it s the working
factory gives him life
it s the working
in the morning light
Early in the morning, it s the working Factory, end of the day
In the morning light, end of the day, factory gives him life
Factory whistle blows, it s the working, men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And puts on his clothes, man takes his lunch and walks out, end of the day
Factory whistle cries, through the mansions of fear, it s the working
It s the working, men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
it s the working