The Factory

thetworegs

you have to imagine yourself as a young eighteen year old Reg with a 100 percent mortgage (You wouldn’t get one of those now) and a loan for his Triumph Bonneville (I loved that bike) working at the brick company making bricks working on a belt setting 15000 bricks a day two at a time ready for the kiln and he’s not happy he wants out he feels old before his time ..he is the bad machine ..but how…how can he get out

                             The Factory 

Well I fell at the first hurdle my head it hit the floor
I’m not really sure I’m ready
I can take any more
Each day is a mess
everything turns black
I’ve got that feeling in my heart it is going to crack
Each day seems the same and they turn pretty slow
I can’t take another day in this factory
I’m gonna blow
I’m gonna blow

Ive got to escape
I don’t know how
But I’ve got to find a way out this place I got to find it now I got to gonow

Life is a scream exploding in my mind
I’ve started turning nasty
I am unkind
I’m viscious with my tounge
I’m viscious with my fists
I’m drinking way too much
I feel like shit
I’ve got to get away
I don’t know how
I got to get away from this place
I’m ready right now

Break

I’d been a fool for way too long
education I saw as a waste of time
I was too busy being cool to give it any time
I couldn’t see or I wasn’t told
it was a ticket to the big time
So now here I am with presses
banging out my time
Pushing out there produce and me into the ground
Ive gotta get out of this place
I’ve gotta get now
I I gotta escape
But I don’t know how
I’ve gotta find a way before it pushes me to the ground
I got to go
I got to go