Letra de Factory Life

Out on the town on Saturday night, Factory kinds prowlin', out for a fight, They're dressed up in drag and dressed up in jeans, Chasing the visions they've seen in their dreams, Factory girls giggling behind the wall, Hoping that someone will give them a call. They're so tired of the factory life Try to escape it on Saturday night, Pick yourself up and open your eyes, Get yourself outta the factory life. They don't look very pretty; they look kinda sad, Talking 'bout all of the scenes that they've had, Jive talkin' street walkin' tryin' to escape, Wishing the man would give them a break, It's all rushing past, in front of their eyes, And they flash off and on like great neon signs. How I hate to see you Wasting so much time, Building barricades, Around your tired minds.