Out on the town on Saturday night,
Factory kinds prowlin', out for a fight,
They're dressed up in drag and dressed up in jeans,
Chasing the visions they've seen in their dreams,
Factory girls giggling behind the wall,
Hoping that someone will give them a call.
Factory kinds prowlin', out for a fight,
They're dressed up in drag and dressed up in jeans,
Chasing the visions they've seen in their dreams,
Factory girls giggling behind the wall,
Hoping that someone will give them a call.
They're so tired of the factory life
Try to escape it on Saturday night,
Pick yourself up and open your eyes,
Get yourself outta the factory life.
They don't look very pretty they look kinda sad,
Talking 'bout all of the scenes that they've had,
Jive talkin' street walkin' tryin' to escape,
Wishing the man would give them a break,
It's all rushing past, in front of their eyes,
And they flash off and on like great neon signs.
How I hate to see you
Wasting so much time,
Building barricades,
Around your tired minds.
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