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Factory Life

from The Naked Truth Volume 1 by Ian Bruce

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FACTORY LIFE
(Ian M. Bruce)

My father called me out of school and pushed me to a trade.
"You've hung around for long enough.
It's time that you were paid."
But this factory's a prison and not for me at all.
I was born for better things than life in overalls.
I was born for better things than life in overalls.

CHORUS;
I don't wanna need the Factory Life
It's eating at my brain
If I don't get out-a here I'm gonna go insane.
I gotta get out-a here.

Time is flying quickly by;
I've been here for years.
Still dreaming of a life outside,
But dreams combine with fears.
For although I'm still not old, I'm deeply in a groove.
I fear I haven't learned enough, Enough to make the move.
I fear I haven't learned enough, Enough to make the move.

Now I'm in my forties and the facial lines grow.
Desperation hasn't mellowed
But whisky pads the blow.
I was drinking all alone, scotch after scotch.
I raised my streaming face and cursed my golden watch.
I raised my streaming face and cursed my golden watch.

Five years to retirement, now so quick they roll.
For drinking, says the doctor,
I'll have to pay the toll.
So, within the next five years,
It's perfectly clear,
One way or the other, I'm getting out-a here.
One way or the other, I'm getting out-a here.

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from The Naked Truth Volume 1, released August 1, 1995

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