Life in 360 degrees,
I'm just one of the busy bees,
Buzzing in time to the one-two-threes,
Doing heavy lifting, that destroyed my knees
Kids today, they never say "please”,
But today’s angry youth ain't angry enough for me,
I'm being all I can be on a working man’s salary
I belong in a factory,
Maybe one day I'll take a day off or three
And I'll build you a house in a tree,
So you can look down as the factory consumed me
In due time you’ll come to see:
There is nothing wrong with you,
That’s not wrong with me
With everybody here stepping on my feet,
It's a wonder, that both ends always meet,
But we separate the chaff from the wheat
Today’s middle class is just so bourgeoisie,
And I'm picking up my disease,
On my working man’s salary
I belong in a factory,
Maybe one day I'll get my foreman to see,
That productivity is going way up in the factory because of me
Once I was led to believe, that you'd return
And come back to me,
Working the earth and planting our seeds,
Growing alfalfa, carrots and peas
Now, my heart, it just bleeds
And bleeds, and bleeds,
Ever since you felt the need to open your mouth
And sneeze all over my working man’s salary
I belong in a factory,
Maybe one day, when it's under lock and key,
We can start a colony
For people who used to be people in the factory,
Like me
Let's hear it for the factory,
The only thing misunderstood me truly,
Made a factory man out of me,
Three cheers for the factory!
Go, factory!
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