Stan Ridgway - Factory lyrics

Now I know I had something to say But the problem is to say something, uh, you gotta say it And I still don't remember a thing Since that funny gas came out of that pipe next to me I guess they didn't OK it Now I remember, did I tell ya? Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw Didn't see the belt buckle of the blade slip And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch Funny thing, still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was And I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work everyday For the last twenty years or so And I really don't mind work a**embly line Got an intercom blasting the news and the latest on the baseball scores And come around every Friday when I get a paycheck I take the same road home that I come to work on, heck it's a living And I've got another factory back home I got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's 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 doing when I do it And I do what I'm doing cause I don't know what to do When I'm not doing it Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me I could grow up to be anything I really wanted to be anything And everyday at lunch I still look for my lost digit Still 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 I've got another factory back home Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome And at nine o' clock I'm in my chair sat down Just lately when my wife talks back to me, I slap her around Then I go to Then I go to Then I go to sleep Whoa, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh