• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Factory - Simple Minds
• Factory - Pacifier / Shihad
• Factory - Stan Ridgway
• Factory - Samiam
• Factory - Aus Rotten
• Factory - Antischism
• Factory - The Vines
• Factory - Bruce Springsteen
• Factory - John Mellencamp
• Factory - Pacifier
• Factory - Eyedea & Abilities
• Factory - Vines
• Factory - Wall Of Voodoo
• Factory - Vines, The
• Factory - Kisschasy
• Factory - SHIHAD
• Factory - Polar Groove
• Factory - Band Of Horses
• Factory - Martha Wainwright
• Factory - John Cougar Mellencamp
• Factory - Flying Pickets
• Factory - Sonic Violence

In passage of time
To a cigarette burn
In the book that I read
To the sentence I learn
Up and down
Going round
Going round 'till we drown again
I'm gonna set myself up
I'm gonna up to the top
Up to the top
To the top
I'm going down to the ground
Going round
Till we drown
Going round till we drown again
Factory
Imitation of life
Factory
We all go out to lunch
A certain raion we know
Has left us unaware
Someone else has taken leave
Someone who did care
Elevators just don't crash
The answer lies within
Elevators Elevators
Answer lies within
To the glittering prize
To the fool in the sky
I've got a jewel in my eye
I'm going up
Coming down
Going round
Till we drown
Going round till we drown again
To the centre of the man
Because he had a plan
He had a plan to escape
But now we've got it on tape
Going up
Coming down
Going around
Going round till we drown again
Factory
Imitation of life
Factory
We all go out to lunch
A certain raion we know
Has left us unaware
Someone else has taken leave
Someone who did care
Elevators just don't crash
The answer lies within
Elevators Elevators
Answer lies within
Factory
Going out to lunch
Factory

if you want a vision of the future
imagine a boot standing on a human face
speed is our god
speed: 'the new cannon of beauty'
caught in static ecstasy
we climb...
keep moving onward
keep moving forward
keep moving onward
down
ideas left in torment
ideals left to drown
stuck in the factory
growth is our motto
why? the answer's in productivity
gotta give up whats mine
gotta fall into line
confused, pathetic and manic
splinter and entirety
spear-like shard
breaking hard
we should be breaking you
stuck in the factory

Now, I know I had somethin' to say
But the problem is, to say somethin'
Uh, you've got to say it
And I still don't remember a thing
Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't okay it
Now I remember¨C¨Cdid I tell ya?¨C¨Ccut 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¨C¨Cstill got a scratch that I can't itch
Where my thumb was
Well, I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag
To work every day for the last twenty years or so
And I really don't mind, work assembly line
Got an intercom blastin' 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¨C¨Check
It's a living
Chorus:
And I've got another factory back home
I've got a barbecue, pink Mustang, fenders 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 doin' when I do it
And I do what I'm doin' 'cause I don't know what to do
When I'm not doin' it
Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me
I could grow up To be anything I wanted
Anything
And every day at lunch I still look for my lost
Digit¨C¨Cstill 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.
Chorus:
I've got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, pink Mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down
Just lately, when my wife talks back to me I slap 'er around
And then I go to...
And then I go to...
And then I go to sleep
Whoah-oh-oh-oh! until fade

Old steel factory casting shadows
What it meant to me no one could know
Kept him away from me and I was grateful
And to the bar across the street where he made last call
Big man
Beer can
Back hand
My last stand
Late night
Fist fight
Black eye
Who's right
Minor tragedy family outing
Major catastrophe, two week vacation
Long year, seventeen birthday coming
July 5th, I can leave no more running
Old steel factory casting shadows
Come July

Strapped piece of meat to a chair
Strapped piece of meat to a cross
We play god to determine your future
We play god for the sake of all
Inject the meat with a venom
Inject the meat with a hormone
We stand upright to control those who don't
We stand upright to control all
We are the superior species
With a god-given right to think
This is what separates we from the animals

Pump your filthy greed into the water that we drink
Your profit margin floats into the air we breathe
We choke on your corruption
We are sick from your pollution
Poison is all a factory produces for our consumption
It's all because of money, All because of greed
For the lust of money, For the lust of money
Another baby is born deformed
And another is born sick
Another dead from cancer to add to your list
But we don't get no answers we only get deception
We're sick of your pollution
Another baby is born deformed
And another is born sick
Another dead from cancer to add to your list
But we don't get no answers we only get deception
And 40 billion pounds of the industry's pollution
Pollution!
For the lust of money
For the lust of money
They don't provide us with jobs these sweat box labor camps
These lies are used as a disguise no one understands
Factory is nothing but a death machine
Nothing but a death machine

Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Heads are down and all the people frown
In the factory
I'm so down I put my head around every noose I see
Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Eyes are mean but the walls are clean
In the factory
Patience now they're gonna string you out
In the factory
I'm so tired I never go outside every night I sleep
Days are long but the minds are gone
In the factory

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,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
Through the 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,
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, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,

Written by John Mellencamp
Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road
Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Voltswagon bus up the interstate
Feel Charlie Manson just like ...
I'm diggin' real hard for some money to spend
Well it ain't that bad if the summer's free
I got my evenings ... to cruise the scene oh yeah
I got a pretty old lady
Who rolls back in the morning
She don't pressure me about my over time
Got a kickin' black chick
Who meets me in the alley
Sayin' unsnap your jeans, baby
I'll take what I find
I got non-stop shootem up, on a layaway plan
I've got a workman's compensation, I'm a union man
*Working at the factoy
Gonna get me some of them luxuries
Well now me and the boys
Machines are making noise
Working at the factory (moola)
It works like this
I got one eye on the time clock
I got my other eye on, the girl in the hall
I got this ... rocket, hum, stuck right here in my pocket
Waitin' for the five o'clock whistle to call
I'm the whistle dancer of the production line
I got an encour tomarrow at the very same time
(*Repeat Chorus 2 times)

if you want a vision of the future
imagine a boot standing on a human face
speed is our god
speed: 'the new cannon of beauty'
caught in static ecstasy
we climb...
keep moving onward
keep moving forward
keep moving onward
down
ideas left in torment
ideals left to drown
stuck in the factory
growth is our motto
why? the answer's in productivity
gotta give up whats mine
gotta fall into line
confused, pathetic and manic
splinter and entirety
spear-like shard
breaking hard
we should be breaking you
stuck in the factory

The stars in your eyes are almost blinding*
I know I should look away
I'm honestly trying
I act like I'm here
It's really hard to care
For there's a thin line between
Your wit and your whining
I'm just a shadow when you're shining
I look forward to putting it all behind me
Kneel before your ego
It's funny how some people
Have a way of making the Milky Way look tiny
Somewhere between the drama and the dry-heave
Collapse on command using gravity to guide me
You're so hip-hop, you're so punk rock
You're so so so so cliché
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
I'm never interested
I plot my recovery and sleep in the mold of your milk
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
You got the credit for my kill
The stars look like eyes
Judging as they gaze upon the long face you wear
When it's your right to say they're wrong
You put no one above you
But they can tell you're troubled
As you pick up your things
And sleep alone when the day is done
You used to get in fights for fun
It's your way of getting close to someone
When you don't know how to love
I feel sorry for you
Even though your fans adore you
The more you try to wiggle your way loose
The more you get stuck
You're so sex, you're so drugs
You're so rock and roll, you're so in the moment
You're so self-centered, you're so sad cause
You're so so so so cliché.
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
I'm never interested
I plot my recovery and sleep in the mold of your milk
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong

Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Heads are down and all the people frown
In the factory
I'm so down I put my head around every noose I see
Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Eyes are mean but the walls are clean
In the factory
Patience now they're gonna string you out
In the factory
I'm so tired I never go outside every night I sleep
Days are long but the minds are gone

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 that funny gas came out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't OK 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 of 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
And 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
And come around every Friday when I get a paycheck
I take the same road home that I come to work on, heck it's a living
And I've got another factory back home
I got a barbeque, 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've got another factory back home
Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome
And at nine o' clock I'm in my chair sat down
Just lately when my wife talks back to me, I slap her around
Then I go to
Then I go to
Then I go to sleep
Whoa, oh, oh

Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Heads are down and all the people frown
In the factory
I'm so down I put my head around every noose I see
Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Eyes are mean but the walls are clean
In the factory
Patience now they're gonna string you out
In the factory
I'm so tired I never go outside every night I sleep
Days are long but the minds are gone
In the factory

Right, is it right to take a life for the taste
Of a mother or her child
Do you think? Don't you think about the pain they face?
Just to end up on a plate
[Chorus:]
Can you taste the factory inside your chest?
It's not a drug, religion or the way you're dressed
If they could be dishonest would you be impressed?
Can you deny this?
You, if you didn't have a voice would that mean
That you were worth much less than me?
Don't you try, don't you try to justify your lust
For the blood of innocence
[Chorus]
Ignorance is bliss
It always is [x6]
[Chorus]
Ignorance is bliss

(If you want a vision of the future
Imagine a boot standing on a human face)
Speed is our god
Speed
"The new canon of beauty"
Caught in static ecstasy
We climb
Keep moving onward
Keep moving forward
Keep moving onward
Down
Ideas left in torment
Ideas left to drown
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck in the factory
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck in the factory
Stuck
Growth is our motto
Why?
Well the answer's in productivity
Gotta give up what's mine
Got to fall into line
Confused, pathetic and manic
Splintered & entirety
Spear-like shard
Breaking hard
We should be breaking you
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck in the factory
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck in the factory
Stuck
Keep moving onward
Keep moving forward
Keep moving onward
Keep moving down
Keep moving onward
Keep moving forward
Keep moving onward
Keep moving down
Keep moving onward
Keep moving forward
Keep moving onward
Keep moving down
Keep moving onward
Keep moving forward
Keep moving onward
Keep moving down

Why do I trust you ten years
Standing on the line
only to find out
I'll be laid off in July
Someday I swear
I'll buy and sell your soul
But in the meantime
I'll keep on shoveling coal
[Chorus]
One on the rack
And the next is coming
My hands are calloused and I
I can't take the heat
This place is like an oven
Why do I try
If I leave here without pension
And I go to the grave
My life will be forced to love another
For the rent that will he will pay
Did you ever bother to think of the repercussions
Of dealing with a guy like me
It's not like you pay me minimum wage
But now you're taking my dignity
[Chorus]
One on the rack
And the next is coming
My hands are calloused and I
I can't take the heat
This place is like an oven
Why do I try
[Chorus]
One on the rack
And the next is coming
My hands are calloused and I
I can't take the heat
This place is like an oven

The elevator in the hotel lobby has a lazy door
The man inside is going to a hotel room
He jumped out right after seeing just the very sight of me
Decided he better hike it to the second floor
It's temporary, this place I'm in
I permanently won't do this again
My belongings scattered all across the hotel floor
An hour later I was thinking it over by the snack machine
I thought about you and a candy bar
An hour later melon gum stuck between my teeth
I fell asleep to the greatest movie of the year
It gets lonely for heavens sake
Was wondering only what did you do today
The world is spinning round to an old sad love song
It's coming down outside like I've never even seen before
I fell into some kind of sorry state
But looking back now I think its finally time for me to laugh about it
Get my things together and find something to say
Well I feel awful and I believe that time gets wasted in this misery

These are not my people, I should never have come here
The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
These night's that I've been on the road
Through my window the moonlight she shone
And on my walls the fire she danced
Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Run, run
Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm
These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen the face
Take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah

Written by John Mellencamp
Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road
Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Voltswagon bus up the interstate
Feel Charlie Manson just like ...
I'm diggin' real hard for some money to spend
Well it ain't that bad if the summer's free
I got my evenings ... to cruise the scene oh yeah
I got a pretty old lady
Who rolls back in the morning
She don't pressure me about my over time
Got a kickin' black chick
Who meets me in the alley
Sayin' unsnap your jeans, baby
I'll take what I find
I got non-stop shootem up, on a layaway plan
I've got a workman's compensation, I'm a union man
*Working at the factoy
Gonna get me some of them luxuries
Well now me and the boys
Machines are making noise
Working at the factory (moola)
It works like this
I got one eye on the time clock
I got my other eye on, the girl in the hall
I got this ... rocket, hum, stuck right here in my pocket
Waitin' for the five o'clock whistle to call
I'm the whistle dancer of the production line
I got an encour tomarrow at the very same time
(*Repeat Chorus 2 times)

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,
It’s the working, the working, just the
working life.
Through the 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,
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 boy,
somebody’s gonna get hurt tonight,
It’s the working, the working, just the

vermin pestilance war and disease
and death vengance
On your KNEES
You must PRAY
Confess your SINS
Confess your LIES
Luxury, Security
Truth, and SIN
Deceived, Corrupted
The Weak will PAY
Factory, Money