Back at the factory gates for the millionth time
My body is aching there’s a scar in my mind
Woo oh but what else can I find
Another day in dust, in heartache and sorrow
Mind over matter, it’s all the same to me
Woo oh think how my life could be
I still got my pride
Punch in, punch out
I need the money, there’s no doubt
Got bills to pay and mouths to feed
Still you don’t give a shit about what I need
Get in, get out
I need the money, there’s no doubt
Can’t write, can’t read
Still you don’t give a fuck about what I need
Behind the factory gates
With all the heartache and sorrow
The whistle blows, hell what a relief
Woo oh what a relief
I take the bus back home eight hours later
Mind over matter, it’s all the same to me
Woo oh it’s all the same to me
I still got my pride
Punch in, punch out
I need the money, there’s no doubt
Got bills to pay and mouths to feed
Still you don’t give a shit about what I need
Get in, get out
I need the money, there’s no doubt
Can’t write, can’t read
Still you don’t give a fuck about what I need
My life’s not the way it’s supposed to be
Is working at the factory the way for me
I’m like the whore on the street selling me too cheap
But you, you only want me to
Punch in, punch out
I need the money, there’s no doubt
Got bills to pay and mouths to feed
Still you don’t give a shit about what I need
Get in, get out
I need the money, there’s no doubt
Can’t write, can’t read
Still you don’t give a shit about what I need
Get in, get out
Still you don’t give a shit about what I need
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Lyrics submitted by Toxic Lab Rats.