| Life in 360 degrees
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| I’m just one of the busy bees
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| Buzzing in time to the one two threes
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| Doing heavy lifting and destroying my knees
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| Kids today, they never say please
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| But today’s angry youth ain’t angry enough for me
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| I’m being all I can be
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| On a working man’s salary
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| I belong in a factory
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| Maybe one day I’ll take a day off or three
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| And I’ll build you a house in a tree
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| So you can look down at the factory
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| Consume me
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| In due time you will come to see
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| There is nothing wrong with you that’s not wrong with me
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| With everybody here stepping on my feet
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| It’s a wonder that both ends always meet
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| But we separate the chaff from the wheat
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| Today’s middle class is just so bourgeoisie
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| And I’m picking up my disease
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| On a working man’s salary
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| I belong in a factory
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| Maybe one day I’ll get my foreman to see
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| That productivity
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| Is going way up in the factory
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| Because of me
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| Once I was led to believe
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| That you’d return and come back to me
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| Working the earth and planting our seeds
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| Growing alfalfa, carrots and peas
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| Now my heart, it just bleeds
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| And bleeds and bleeds ever since you felt the need
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| To open your mouth and sneeze
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| All over my working man’s salary
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| I belong in a factory
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| Maybe one day when it’s under lock and key
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| We can start a colony
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| For people who used to be people in a factory
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| Like me
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| Let’s hear it for the factory
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| The only thing that’s understood me truly
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| Made a factory man outta me
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| Three cheers for the factory
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| Go factory |