The Pinkerton Thugs

Factory Life

The Pinkerton Thugs


In the bear white walls of the fish factory 
I worked all day just to make ends meet 
Cut and gut and pack it up 
That will never get you far 

They got me workin' all day 

I spent two years in a factory 
With fumes so thick it hurt to breathe 
Destroyed my throat broke my back 
I ain't never going back 

They got me workin' all day 

They get you in when you're down and out 
Your blood and sweat is running out 
One things for sure its plain to see 
I don't wanna work in a factory 

They got me workin' all day