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• The Factory - Warren Zevon
• The Factory - Oxymoron
• The Factory - Battery
• The Factory - Mickey Factz
• The Factory - Listening

I was born in '63
Got a little job in the factory
I don't know much about Kennedy
I was too busy working in the factory
We got a kid that's two, we got another one due
We get by the best we can do
The factory's got a good medical plan
And, cousin, I'm a union man
Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir
I was born in Mechanicsburg
My Daddy worked for Pontiac 'til he got hurt
Now he's on disability
And I got his old job in the factory
Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir
Early in the morning I feel a chill
The factory whistle blows loud and clear
I'd kill my wife or she'd kill me
But we gotta go to work at the factory
Five days a week at the factory
Up early in the morning at the factory
I've been working in the factory
Johnny, I've been working in the factory
Kickin' asbestos in the factory
Breathin' that plastic in the factory
Punchin' out Chryslers in the factory

Down in the oxyfactory.
Mould and shattered glass you see.
Safety- dresses ain't of use.
The air is tense of blaring noise.
[Chorus:]
Down in the oxyfactory.
Sound is made for you and me.
Down in the oxyfactory.
Howlong sound and ecstasy.

What am I doin' wasting my time, playing music, not taking part in society's plan?
It must be hard to understand why all I want to do
Is hang out with my friend.
Because they are there when I need them,
But when I need them most.
In sports and school I never found a home
The only place I found acceptance was going to shows
And the story goes on...
Where we dance all night to our favorite song
[Ref.]
We can stand by everything that we believe.
We don't need their model to succeed.
We can find our strength through the ones we love,
Throughout our lives as we move along.
YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME

When I didn't have nowhere to go, I just kind [?]
And I stumbled, I stumbled on this place, it's great
Clones go home, slogans for the gnomes
Fakers are sight seeing, they posing at the throne
Super star treatment for the homies in the zone
That's normally along, I totally [?]
Creativity, visually, we pain imagery,
Scratch the surface, dj cemetery
Put it together and playing out,
Let's have an understanding, sit down while I stand out
I'm on another planet, get down or get ran out
I'm making the statement for those that will care about
Artistic, lines outside of lines, this is all cryptic
Original as a poor print, when I draw gifted
Welcome to the factory, where the faculty will treat
you like family, amen
The whole world is a fantasy, but over here we turn
dreams to reality, amen, amen
Welcome to the factory, where the faculty will treat
you like family, amen
The whole world is a fantasy, but over here we turn
dreams to reality, amen, amen
Models, photographers, admirers, copters, thinkers,
followers, inspirerers
Corner to corner, the flaws filled with oil spills
Not by greedy politicians wanting more bills
I was thinking like magicians but the art's real
It come alive cause the thought's real
I know the deal so it's love, and [?] in my blood
Concealed in the heart, for the real people judge
By the clones and the fakers, posing as painters
But they don't know a thing about the culture we
creating
Same old on the walls we all decorating, prepare for
this new renovation, mouse!
Welcome to the factory, where the faculty will treat
you like family, amen
The whole world is a fantasy, but over here we turn
dreams to reality, amen, amen
Welcome to the factory, where the faculty will treat
you like family, amen
The whole world is a fantasy, but over here we turn
dreams to reality, amen, amen
When I see Andy and Keith I feel pressure, they sat me
down for a real lecture
They said the clones will get ya, try to [?]
It's style gotta be extra, delivery and textures
The space inside the [?] run at they [?] so maybe I
have forced inheritance
Passing down to me all art intelligence
I really wouldn't call this [?] this is life baby
Wrong or right baby, my sight may be slight hazy
Cause I write lazy, but it's quite crazy
Mickey [?] scaring all the mice lately
With this paint, I'm nicer than a polite lady
Welcome to the factory, where the faculty will treat
you like family, amen
The whole world is a fantasy, but over here we turn
dreams to reality, amen, amen
Welcome to the factory, where the faculty will treat
you like family, amen
The whole world is a fantasy, but over here we turn

The factory you're ready to strike
the factory is gonna catch fire
got the gasoline and the match to light
got the stains on your clothes from last night's fight
back door is shut
you pick the lock
pages in a pile as they take the shot
smoking guns, pistols cocked
always ready to kill, ready to stop
anyone who disagrees with a crooked plot
the crooked cops, sirens off
they bust the door, your pour the gasoline on
pages in your hand
they shoot your arm
second bullet hits, but you still respond
you strike the match
your pulse is gone
If nobody sees you, no one will know
save for the priest in the confessional
the mind moves fast but the body moves slow
no time to waste, 'cuz the cops might show
ripping out the pages of the Bible you stole
hide them in a bag with the chemical
courage, man...you're a proffesional
No one was seen, no potential threats
you run to the store, some matches to get
50p is down, your hands are wet
you're nervous now, man...you've started to sweat
face is so white, you can't forget
they've killed everyone who tried to start it
almost there
you see the darkened silloutte of...
the factory you're ready to strike
the factory is gonna catch fire
got the gasoline and the match to light
got the stains on your clothes from last night's fight
back door is shut
you pick the lock
pages in a pile as they take the shot
get the pages out...get the pages out...