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, its the working, the working, the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain, I see my daddy walking through those 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 the gates with death in their eyes, And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight, Its the working, the working, just the working life.
Springsteen.
This is a photo from inside an old factory in the South Hills my son turned me on to. Its pretty much stripped of the old equipment and cluttered throughout. Some interesting old visual history.
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, its the working, the working, the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain, I see my daddy walking through those 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 the gates with death in their eyes, And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight, Its the working, the working, just the working life.
Springsteen.
This is a photo from inside an old factory in the South Hills my son turned me on to. Its pretty much stripped of the old equipment and cluttered throughout. Some interesting old visual history.