Factory

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 the funny gas came out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't O.K. 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 or 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

Now 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 assembly line
Got an intercom blasting 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 on
Heck, it's a living

And I got another factory back home
I got a barbeque, a 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 got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, a pink mustang, fender's chrome
At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down
Just lately when my wife talks back to me
I slap her around

And then I go to
And then I go to
And then I go to sleep

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