Factory — текст песни (Stan Ridgway)

Now, I know I had somethin to say

But the problem is, to say somethin

Uh, youve got to say it

And I still dont remember a thing

Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me

I guess they didnt okay it

Now I rememberccdid I tell ya? cccut my thumb off

At the knuckle on a broken band saw

Didnt see the belt buckle or the blade slip

And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch

Funny thingccstill got a scratch that I cant itch

Where my thumb was



Well, Ive brought the same piece of chicken in a bag

To work every day for the last twenty years or so

And I really dont mind, work assembly line

Got an intercom blastin the news and the latest on the baseball scores

Come around every friday, well, I get a paycheck

Take the same road home that I come to work onccheck

Its a living





Chorus:

And Ive got another factory back home

Ive got a barbecue, pink mustang, fenders chrome

And at nine oclock I sit there in my chair

And I dont know why I lose my hair

And then I go to...

And then I go to...

And then I go to sleep







Well, I like to know what Im doin when I do it

And I do what Im doin cause I dont know what to do

When Im not doin it

Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me

I could grow up to be anything I wanted

Anything

And every day at lunch I still look for my lost

Digitccstill got that funny scratch

So maybe when I find it I can itch it

And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard

For the kids to wade in

And i? i? i... i, i, i.





Chorus:

Ive got another factory back home

I got a little backyard, pink mustang, fenders chrome

At nine oclock Im in my chair sat down

Just lately, when my wife talks back to me I slap er around

And then I go to...

And then I go to...

And then I go to sleep







Whoah-oh-oh-oh! until fade