text: Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
  Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
  He takes his lunch and walks out in the morning light
  Its the working, the working, its the working life
  Through mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
  I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
  Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
  Its the working, the working, just the working life
  End of the day, factory whistle cries
  Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
  You better believe, boy, somebodys gonna get hurt tonight
  Its the working, the working, just the working life
  Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
  Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
  He takes his lunch and walks out in the morning light
  Its the working, the working, just the working life
  Its the working, the working, just the working life
  Its the working, the working, just the working life