Factory Girls

Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
Empty are their pockets
Chasin' down the avenue
Come day go day
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

Drinking buttermilk all the week
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls
But now she sits alone
But their voices are filled with song
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
After washing your filthy sheets
Singin' in the streets
He stole my heart and many other things

Singin' in and all
Cigarettes just kill the time
She hears a chorus of factory girls

Choking on woodbine
After washing your filthy sheets
Come day go day
If only today

She hears a chorus of factory girls
Everyone's long gone
Wish in my heart it was Sunday

Drinkin' their coca-colas

But their voices are filled with song
But that was yesterday
But me I took his crown
Singin' in the streets

Empty are their pockets
Singin' in and all
When it was good to joke and have a laugh

Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week

After a childhood that she never knew

Drinkin' their coca-colas
She dances in a photograph
And whiskey on a Sunday
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe

Slayed Richard and his court of kings
And whiskey on a Sunday