Factory lyrics

Now, I know I had somethin` to say
But the problem is, to say somethin`
Uh, you`ve got to say it
And I still don`t remember a thing
Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn`t okay it
Now I remember?‚?–?‚?–did I tell ya??‚?–?‚?–cut my thumb off
At the knuckle on a broken band saw
Didn`t see the belt buckle or the blade slip
And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch
Funny thing?‚?–?‚?–still got a scratch that I can`t itch
Where my thumb was

Well, I`ve brought the same piece of chicken in a bag
To work every day for the last twenty years or so
And I really don`t mind, work assembly line
Got an intercom blastin` the news and the latest on the baseball scores
Come around every Friday, well, I get a paycheck
Take the same road home that I come to work on?‚?–?‚?–heck
It`s a living


Chorus:
And I`ve got another factory back home
I`ve got a barbecue, pink Mustang, fenders chrome
And at nine o`clock I sit there in my chair
And I don`t know why I lose my hair
And then I go to...
And then I go to...
And then I go to sleep



Well, I like to know what I`m doin` when I do it
And I do what I`m doin` `cause I don`t know what to do
When I`m not doin` it
Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me
I could grow up To be anything I wanted
Anything
And every day at lunch I still look for my lost
Digit?‚?–?‚?–still got that funny scratch
So maybe when I find it I can itch it
And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard
For the kids to wade in
And I? I? I... I, I, I.


Chorus:
I`ve got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, pink Mustang, fenders chro