Factory

 

Now I know I had something to say but the 
Problem is to say something
Uhh...you gotta say it
And I still don't remember a thing
Since that funny gas came out of that 
Pipe next to me
I guess they didn't ok it

Now I remember--did I tell ya?
Cut my thumb off at the knuckle
On a broken band saw
Didn't see the belt buckle 
Or the blade slip
And I remember when the doctor 
Did it up with a stitch
funny  thing...

Still got a scratch that I can't itch 
Where my thumb was
Now i've brought the same piece of chicken 
In a bag to work everyday
For the last twenty years or so
And I really don't mind
Work assembly line

Got an intercom blasting 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 on, heck 
It's a living

And I got another factory back home
Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fenders chrome
And at nine o'clock I sit there in my chair
And I don't 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 I'm doing 
When I do it and I do what I'm doing 
'Cause I don't know what to do 
When I'm not doing it

Sometimes I remember as a boy 
My father told me I could grow up
To be anything I really wanted to be 
Anything

And everyday at lunch I still look 
For my lost digit
Still 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?

And I got another factory back home
Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down
just lately now when my wife talks back to me 
I slap her around
And then I go to 
And then I go to 
And then I go to sleep

 CREDITS 
Written by: 	Wall of Voodoo
Published by:	Big Talk Music (BMI)
Lyrics From:	Liner Notes 

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