Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from his bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, steps out in the morning light
The work, the working
Just the working life

Through the mansions of fear
Through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, and factory gives him life
The work, the working
Just the working life

End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through those gates with death in their eyes
And you'd better believe it boy,
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
The working, the working
The working life

The working, the working
The working life

The work, the working
Just the working life