Il testo della Factory

Now, i know i had somethin' to say
But the problem is, to say somethin'
Uh, you've got to say it
And i still don't remember a thing
Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't okay it
Now i rememberccdid i tell ya? cccut 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 thingccstill got a scratch that i can't itch
Where my thumb was

Well, i've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag
To work every day for the last twenty years or so
And i really don't 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
It's a living

Chorus:
And i've got another factory back home
I've got a barbecue, 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 doin' when i do it
And i do what i'm doin' 'cause i don't know what to do
When i'm 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:
I've got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, pink mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o'clock i'm 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