Ticktack ticktack still got no sleep and the factory roofs are crying for me.
Work's been hard I' m complaining,
I'm burning out, you are gaining.


My rights they are small, you want them to decrease, you try to close down our unions in the name of the state, founders and peace.


All I ask for is justice but there ain't no justice, no justice for the little man.
Stuck in this corporate machinery as a mute in this tragic scenery.


Close your eyes and dream yourself far away
but mortgage and bills force you to stay.


Worn out trousers and working shoes, I got the factory blues!