Piss Factory

About Piss Factory

"Piss Factory" is a protopunk song written by Patti Smith and Richard Sohl, and released as a B-side on Smith's debut single "Hey Joe" in 1974. It was included on the Vertigo Records compilation album New Wave in 1977, Sire Records 1992 compilation album Just Say Yesterday, and later reissued on the rarities compilation Land (1975–2002). In 1989, Dave Marsh placed the song on the list of The 1001 Greatest Singles Ever Made. The song originated as a poem written by Smith about the time she spent working in a baby buggy factory, expressing her assurance that she would not let the experience kill her ambitions.  more »

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2004

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Sixteen and time to pay off 
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe 
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week 
But it's a paycheck, Jack. 
It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara 
You could faint in the heat 
But these bitches are just too lame to understand 
Too goddamned grateful to get this job 
To know they're getting screwed up the ass 
All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium 
And the way they suck hot sausage 
But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither 
I was moral school girl hard-working asshole 
I figured I was speedo motorcycle 
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough 

But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,] 
You gotta find the rhythm within 
Floor boss slides up to me and he says 
"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast, 
You screwin' up the quota, 
You doin' your piece work too fast, 
Now you get off your mustang sally 
You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere." 
I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar 
And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say 
"Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow, 
There's always more labor after." 
She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says 
"There's one reason. There's one reason. 
You do it my way or I push your face in. 
We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally, 
If you don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout" 
Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing 
"I Lost Someone" or the Jesters and the Paragons 
And Georgie Woods the guy with the goods and Guided Missiles ... 
But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window, 
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster, 
Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent 
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round 
With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning. 
Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there 
Down there not having crystal smooth 
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel 
Not having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of labor 
They look pretty damn free down there, 
And the way they smell, the way they smell 
And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat 
I would rather smell the way boys smell-- 
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall 
That odor rising roses and ammonia 
And way their dicks droop like lilacs 
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell 
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril 
Her against the wheel me against the wheel 
Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane 
In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same-- 
Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees 
But I will never faint, I will never faint 
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint 
I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down 
Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me 
Every afternoon like the last one 
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook 
And yeah we look the same 
Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin' 
But you know she got nothin' to hide 
And I got something to hide here called desire 
I got something to hide here called desire 
And I will get out of here-- 
You know the fiery potion is just about to come 
In my nose is the taste of sugar 
And I got nothin' to hide here save desire 
And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here 
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train, 
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City 
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City, 
I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return, 
Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory 
And I will travel light. 
Oh, watch me now.

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Patti Smith

Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith (born December 30, 1946) is an American singer-songwriter, poet and visual artist, who became a highly influential component of the New York City punk rock movement with her 1975 debut album Horses. more »

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