Rasputina - Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works lyrics

On one side was Albany Avenue On the other side a rushing creek Laid in Flemish bond Three stories high, a fortress of brick This was a place of employ The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works But it still hurts When I think of the privileged captivity Of the mill girl like me Kept sequestered Only seen on a rope bridge That hangs high over the stream We are kept like galley slaves While strangers decorate our father's graves A dark secret of this river, this creek This stream, oh what does it mean? You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works There comes an undertone of frantic in her stitchery Idle talk do the turn to the wicked Take a listen, you'll surely see Between the girls a foul ensued Our h**ne turns in word To her collection To examine her collection Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works Each decision we make is based on love or fear Shall I be kind or cruel or fake? Shall I now shed a tear? You can see them up in the windows of the factory Any night of the week Like beautifully-gowned wax figures on display with the loveliest eyes you've ever seen Squinting to baste the flouts Basting underskirts as big as wagon wheels Stabbing feelings with a needle Do you like how that feels? You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works You'll hear no flattery at the factory At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works