Factory Lyrics - Stan Ridgway

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