Lyrics:
I'm flashy and free but you really gotta see
When I stroll into the store I don't really want more
I wanna get factory shoes
I wanna get factory
at least he had a job
Down at the factory
40 years cut across his back
Fightin' it tooth and nail
Work was hard enough to make a man
Forget his fear of Hell
you love
You construct your own prison
Hate each other
Build the factory
Hate each other
Fear your master
Build the factory
Endlessly
Here's
the working, the working
It's the working life
Through mansions of fear
Through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them
Factory gates in
was seventeen that spring
Ah, we were just obeying orders
Ah, I still see everything
Through the factory's yellow windows
In the dirty stinking
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
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
to fray, Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory, Poppy's coming out to play
We're on a lockdown close to overnight, welcome
Oh I was born in the ash-gray north
In a factory town
When March winds would blow over coal-black snow
And toss litter all around
After decades
Friends have said to lock the door
And have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change
And slowly slip away
But if I have to live
People said to lock the door and have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change and slowly slip away
But if I have to live in fear
you feel free
Lost inside machinery
Something is seeping
it's not what you're thinking
I wish I were not here
Not selling my time for less fears
stability
How, do you ask, are they up to the task
To which the answer is in a simple facility
In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come
Fantasy
Fear factory
Fiat currency
Rule of law
It’s a fantasy
Fiat factory
New machinery
Rule of law
It’s a fantasy
Fiat factory
Flat currency
Rule
Friends have said to lock the door
And have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change
And slowly slip away
But if I have to live
People said to lock the door and have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change and slowly slip away
But if I have to live in fear
'Twas Joey the Weasel that gave us the wire
They were closing our factory down
Though we didn't believe him and we called him a liar
The redundancy
To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line
I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights
'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony cries
on love or fear
Shall I be kind or cruel or fake?
Shall I now shed a tear?
You can see them up in the windows of the factory
Any night of the week
the fear
All the hard landings
Teach you how to fall
But what do you get
For getting through it all?
You can't keep it in a camera
Not a trophy
leave my mouth
There's things I'd never tell you
I hate the way that you pick up the phone
Mm hmm
And all your fears you never worked through
It must mean
there is nothing to fear
I have come here to confiscate your factory
This entire facility now belongs to me
What a magnificent day for Little King John
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 Seraphim Factory, built from the ashes of the Angel Industries
Driven by hate, fear, and rage with it's steeple piercing the heavens
Called
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