Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piss Factory, artist - Patti Smith.
Date of issue: 04.06.1974
Song language: English
Piss Factory |
Sixteen and time to pay off |
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe |
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week |
But its a paycheck, jack. |
Its so hot in here, hot like sahara |
You could faint in the heat |
But these bitches are just too lame to understand |
Too goddamned grateful to get this job |
To know theyre getting screwed up the ass |
All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium |
And the way they suck hot sausage |
But me well I wasnt sayin too much neither |
I was moral school girl hard-working asshole |
I figured I was speedo motorcycle |
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough |
But no you gotta, you gotta |
You gotta find the rhythm within |
Floor boss slides up to me and he says |
«hey sister, you just movin too fast, |
You screwin up the «a, |
You doin your piece work too fast, |
Now you get off your mustang sally |
You aint goin nowhere, you aint goin nowhere.» |
I lay back. |
I get my nerve up. |
I take a swig of romilar |
And walk up to hot shit dot hook and I say |
«hey, hey sister it dont matter whether I do labor fast or slow, |
Theres always more labor after.» |
Shes real catholic, see. |
she fingers her cross and she says |
«theres one reason. |
theres one reason. |
You do it my way or I push your face in. |
We knee you in the john if you dont get off your get off your mustang sally, |
If you dont shake it up baby."shake it up, baby. twist &shout» |
Oh that I could will a radio here. |
james brown singing |
«i lost someone"or the jesters and the paragons |
And georgie woods the guy with the goods and guided missiles … |
But no, I got nothin, no diversion, no window, |
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster, |
Where I look down, look at sweet theresas convent |
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin round |
With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning. |
Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there |
Down there not having crystal smooth |
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel |
Not having to worry about the the dogma the of labor |
They look pretty damn free down there, |
And the way they smell, the way they smell |
And here I gotta be up here smellin dot hooks midwife sweat |
I would rather smell the way boys smell-- |
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall |
That odor rising roses and ammonia |
And way their dicks droop like lilacs |
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell |
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril |
Her against the wheel me against the wheel |
Oh slow motion inspection is drivin me insane |
In steel next to dot hook -- oh we may look the same-- |
Shoulder to shoulder sweatin 110 degrees |
But I will never faint, I will never faint |
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint |
I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down |
Because you see its the monotony thats got to me Every afternoon like the last one |
Every afternoon like a rerun next to dot hook |
And yeah we look the same |
Both pumpin steel, both sweatin |
But you know she got nothin to hide |
And I got something to hide here called desire |
I got something to hide here called desire |
And I will get out of here-- |
You know the fiery potion is just about to come |
In my nose is the taste of sugar |
And I got nothin to hide here save desire |
And Im gonna go, Im gonna get out of here |
Im gonna get out of here, Im gonna get on that train, |
Im gonna go on that train and go to new york city |
Im gonna be somebody, Im gonna get on that train, go to new york city, |
Im gonna be so bad Im gonna be a big star and I will never return, |
Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory |
And I will travel light. |
Oh, watch me now. |