Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
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Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
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Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
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It's the working, the working, just the working life.
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Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
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I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
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Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
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The working, the working, just the working life.
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End of the day, factory whistle cries,
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Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
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And you just better believe, boy,
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somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,
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It's the working, the working, just the working life.
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Factory
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Bruce Springsteen |