Smokestacks

Smokestacks from the factory
Looming over my head
Just pulled off a triple shift
For I am the living dead

The bang clang of the machinery
Well It just never stops
Like a punch drunk fighter
That sways but never flops

I have to do more speed
So I can do more work
I have to do more work
So I can get more speed

The crunch punch of the time clock
We feed it more than our card
That's why when our shift ends
We always play so hard

Smokestacks from the factory are
Blocking out the sky
The Union Boss is promising
A bigger piece of the pie

The saviors of the Forsaken
They put us up on the shelf
Beware when you fight monsters
Lest you become one yourself

I need to work more hours
To pay to fix my car
I need to fix my car
So I can work more hours

The gray clay of the factory
Smeared with grease and mud
Just like our Fathers
We feed it more than our blood

Smokestacks and the factory
Are being torn down
Dark brooding monument
It's face imbued in the town

The smash crash of the old bricks
Create a thunderous cloud
Disciple workers witness
Not a word spoken aloud



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hansen
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