Early in the morning, factory whistle blowsnMan rises from bed and puts on his clothesnMan takes his lunch, steps out in the morning lightnThe working, the working, just the working lifennThrough the mansions of fear, through the mansions of painnI see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rainnFactory takes his hearing and factory gives him lifenThe working, the working, just the working lifennEnd of a day, factory whistle criesnMen walk through those gates with death in their eyesnAnd you better believe it, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonightnThe working, the working, just the working life