Factory

About loving the company that I work for ... no really, I do.

It is in my blood
In my brain
Making my back hurt
But I love all the same

The Factory
In overdrive
Doing overtime
Keeping me from life

My fingers are cracked
And cuts burn
Sore is the way
Taxes are taken as spoils

I am in need of sleep
Money and time too
I will not regret
Being here, doing time