Outside the Factory Gates Lyrics

Factory Gates
Out on the floor you were something
Out on the floor you were something

Never failing to remind you you’re nothing
Never failing to remind you you’re nothing

I remember in the cold you were waiting
I remember in the cold you were waiting

For someone to glance, they ain’t coming
For someone to glance, they ain’t coming

Out on the floor you were something
Never failing to remind you you’re nothing
I remember in the cold you were waiting
For someone to glance they ain’t coming

Beggars
Find your own lie
Slip it down into your coat
Find the exit
Your dignity and style in tow

Stalk your hallways
Your hair is riding on your shoulders
Pack your one bag
In the blue-grey quiet of the show

Slip beneath your guise
And this folding summer sky
I’ve been told it will die down
Before too long
Lay in lazy locks
Of your golden-amber hair
I’ve been told you won’t cry out
Before it’s gone
The sky’s a threatening grey
Just west of here they say
So let’s pack our bags and head
To where the sun rises
To the ocean shore
With one stop just before
To my ailing mother’s bedside
Just to say goodbye

When you get there
Throw your lie into the ocean
Sodium Chloride
Eats it right down to the bone

Cast off to the sea
With a brazen lee-side breeze
Maybe we’ll make landfall
Before the night is done
We’ll talk in awkward pauses
Long stares and whiskey shots
And we’ll make our love like beggars
When all the wine is gone
Leave the mainland men
And their hidden market hands
And we’ll cast off to a new shore
And start it all over
We may starve to death
But at least we’ll have our heads
In the cold of the pre-dawn blue
We’ll strike the shore
Bare and pale skin from the night before

Stop Comin’ Round Here
You can tell your men “stop comin’ round here”
We won’t take no more, we won’t take no more of your fear
You can tell your men “stop comin’ round here”
We won’t take no more, we won’t take no more of your fear

Take your horses and take your crowns
We the people won’t be taken for clowns
You can tell you men “stop comin’ round here”
Tear your castles down with our lungs so clear

You can tell you men “stop comin’ round here”
With their six-shooters, badges and stoic veneer
We don’t want your railroad on our land
With its dirty money and your bloody hands
You can tell your men “stop comin’ round here”
Tear your castles down with our lungs so clear

You can tell your men “stop comin’ round here”
With their golden arches, don’t you advertise me
Talk on cellphones in hummer with ballistic missiles
In your cultural wasteland that goes on for miles
So you can tell you men “stop comin’ round here”
We won’t take no more, take no more of your fear
You can tell your men “stop comin’ round here”
Tear your castles down with our lungs so clear

The Girl From Penticton
I think I’m a little bit rusty
And as twisted as the braids in your hair
But those knots will untie just as quickly
As my defenses fade in your stare

The microphone cord wraps your wrist now
Holding you down to the stage
When those diaphragm screams leave your lips I
Do my very best to stay sane

We laugh as we talk about our lives
And speak about our tortured pasts
We know that we only have hours
Craving the darkness will last

You be gone with the sun
Back to Penticton
Never to return

Forgive me if I’m a bit clumsy
But I’ve been blind for a while
A breeze from the west fires my retinas
And brings you into my eyes

So when you’re headed home through the prairies
In the van that brought you this way
I’ll be at home in the Rose City
Thinking of how I’ll escape

I’ll be gone with the sun
To Penticton
Never to return
Never to return
Never to return

Willistead Park
Won’t you come to Willistead Park
Where the city workers know your name
And the picket lines bleed in the veins of the free
And the sirens make you afraid
Newspaper man with a pen in his hand
Cries “wolf” in the notes he writes down
In the name of the mayor and all the naysayers
Render all of their hands tightly bound

Won’t you come to Willistead Park
Where policemen now walk in defense
With a badge to pretend and a gun in their hands
They’ll think that they’re gods among men
The murmuring sounds of a city at war
Rain down as our hearts slowly sink
A grenade in the hand of the media man
Makes explosions of black and white ink

Fall off and faint
Call off the dogs
Painting leaves on trees
Stitching lines in the fog

Won’t you come to Willistead Park
Where there’s no one to cut all the grass
And the picket lines rest, it might be for the best
For a city no longer around

Turret
I haven’t learned to cross the land
That my father owns with his Western hand
The turret guns light her up
She ain’t got no one
She ain’t ever had no one

Ford City Blues
Scattered on benches and into the streets
Men in their coats with their beards drawn low
Scream in their sleep as the sky turns red
The sign from our lord doth glow

The beating of hearts and the beating of hooves
Thunder the street with their rubber and steel
They built up this city, now they’ll tear it down
With engine grease, bullets, and zeal

Come on friends, to Ford City we go
Where kicking and screaming’s a tepid response
Where murals on walls tell of much better times
When the benefits outweighed the costs

Spoke to a man whose home is a statue
A bronzed auto-worker who shines in the sun
He said, “that was me ’round twenty years back,
the welding was all that I had”

Down come the men in their suits and their ties
With dreibeins in their hands and death in their eyes
Destroyed everything from Drouillard to St. Luke
Lit up like the Dresden sky

They tower the river those steel pantheons
In high-rise buildings sit their demigods
With all of their power and all of their might
To give us no second thought

A man with a sign says “WILL WORK FOR FOOD”
He’s lost his mind and his last pair of shoes
His dignity walks as his hunger groans deeper
And he laughs at his own empty ruse

March down the road with the local 444
Follow them closely down into the war
Where boundless red buildings fire into the streets
And boundless red liquid secretes

So down comes the stars and down comes the sky
For all the young people who scar when they cry
In the high-rise pantheons, lights flicker on
The street lights grow darker, the panic is on
The Ford City people light their murals up
In fire and bullets as bright as the sun
The violence of freedom verse the violence of slaves
They’ll rise up above them and burn them in flames
And they’ll be demigods no more
Oh, they’ll be demigods no more

When Bill O’Reilly Falls Asleep
When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Do you think he hears the children cry?
When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Does he really think he’s done them right?
When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Do you think he dreams of fields up high
Where his own version of Jesus weeps
And all the hell-bound sinners burn and die

When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Does Marilyn Manson pop in his mind?
With coloured eyes and makeup gleam
Walking the halls of Columbine

When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Does he wake with sleep still in his eyes?
Still dead tired from the souls he’s reaped
And another hard night in the fire

When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Does he later rise in a cold sweat?
Guilty about the lies he speaks
And muttering that he’s fucked up real bad

When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep
Does he dream about going to war?
About terrorist limbs under his feet
About getting shot, about dying for
The cause he speaks all too loud
About bodies washed up on the shore
Or would he just whine and cower
And run the other way in horror

When Bill O’Reilly falls asleep X4
Does he dream?
Does he dream?

Neodepression
Too many days I wonder
If the pathway to your place is gone
The city I love has a sickness
And she can’t afford to replace her lung

Too many cold nights this winter
Our breath hangs clung to the night
The woman I love called a warning
She said “They’ve got us under their thumb again,
But it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay”

Too many days I’m shattered
With the thought that it could all be gone
I smoke my first and last cigarette
And wonder where did we go wrong

Too many warm nights this summer
The sweat beads clung to my brow
Somewhere she’s whispered a warning
She said “They’ve got us under their thumb again,
But it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay”

One Response to Outside the Factory Gates Lyrics

  1. sean gorman says:

    yes!

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