FACTORY

These are not my people, I should never have come here The chick with the dick and the gift for the gab I know a place, I've seen the face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory These nights that I have been all alone And through my window the moonlight she shone And on my walls the fire she danced Playing out my very last chance to run... run... run... run... Don't look back, you're moving too fast I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the high road from factory to factory There are millions and millions of people around On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds And I can walk with them, I love them, I need them But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed To the run-of-the mill, the destitute and the cold Sores exposed to the blisters and shards Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, The sun... the sun... the sun... run... run... run...run... I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Ah These are not my people, I should never have come here Oh I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the high road from factory to factory Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Ah Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah...