text: Early in the morning factory whistle blows
  Man  rises from bed and puts on his clothes
  Man  takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
  Its the work, the working, just the working life
  The working, the working, just the working life
  Through  the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
  See  my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
  Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
  The  working, the working, just the working life
  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
  And  you just better believe somebodys gonna get hurt tonight
  Its the working, the working, just the working life
  The work, the work, the working life