Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
It's the working, 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, factory gives him life,
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.
And you just better believe, boy,
somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,
It's the working, the working,
just the working life.
'Cause it's the working, the working,
just the working life.