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E arly in the morning factory w histle blo ws
Man rises from bed and puts o n his clothes
M an takes his lunch walks out in the m orning l ight
It's the working the w orking just the wo rking li fe.
Through the mansions of fear through the m ansions of p ain
I see my daddy walking through them factory g ates in the rain
Fa ctory takes his hearing factory gi ves him li fe
The working the wor king just the work ing lif e.
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End of the day factory wh istle cr ies
Men walk through these gates with de ath in their eyes.
A nd you just better believe boy somebody's gonna get h urt ton ight
It's the working the wo rking just the work ing li fe.
'Cause it's the working the wo rking just the wor king li fe.
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