Early in the morning, the factory whistle blows A man rises from bed and puts on his clothes He takes his lunch and walks out in the morning light It's the working, the working, just the working life
Through mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain I see my daddy walking through the factory gates in the rain Factory takes his hearing, the factory gives him life It's the working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes You better believe boy somebody's gonna get hurt tonight It's the working, the working, just the working life
Early in the morning, the factory whistle blows Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes He takes his lunch and walks out in the morning light It's the working, the working, just the working life It's the working, the working, just the working life The working, the working, just the working lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
