Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piss Factory , by - Patti Smith. Release date: 04.06.1974
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piss Factory , by - Patti Smith. 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. |
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