Factory
Wall of Voodoo Lyrics


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Now I know I had something to say but the problem is to say something
Uhh...you gotta say it
And I still don't remember a thing since that funny gas
Came out of that pipe next to me / I guess they didn't ok it
Now I remember--did I tell ya?
Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw
Didn't see the belt buckle or the blade slip
And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch
Funny thing...still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was
Now I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work everyday
For the last twenty years or so
And I really don't mind, work assembly line
Got an intercom blasting the news and the latest on the baseball scores
Come around every Friday, well I get a paycheck
Take the same road home that I come to work on, heck, it's a living
And I got another factory at home
Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fenders chrome
And at nine o'clock I sit there in my chair
And I don't know why I lose my hair
And then I go to / and then I go to / and then I go to sleep
Well I like to know what I'm doing when I do it
And I do what I'm doing 'cause I don't know what to do when I'm not doing it
Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me I could grow up
To be anything I really wanted to be / anything
And everyday at lunch I still look for my lost digit
Still got that funny scratch, so maybe when I find it I can itch it
And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard for the kids to wade in
And i....i...i...i...i...i?
I got another factory back home
Got a little backyard, pink mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down




Just lately now when my wife talks back to me I slap her around
And then I go to / and then I go to / and then I go to sleep

Overall Meaning

The song "Factory" by Wall of Voodoo depicts the monotony of daily life as an assembly line worker in a factory. The first stanza highlights the struggle to find something meaningful to say, along with the memory loss caused by exposure to dangerous chemicals. The subsequent stanzas detail the singer's experiences working in the factory, including an accident that resulted in the loss of a thumb, a paycheck that keeps him going, and a bleak home life. The lyrics also hint at the violence and frustration that build up under such conditions, culminating in the statement that the singer has started abusing his wife.


Overall, the song is a scathing critique of the dehumanizing effects of capitalist labor, which forces people to work meaningless jobs just to survive. The imagery of the "pink mustang, fenders chrome" and the "little rubber pool in the backyard" serve as a stark contrast to the singer's unfulfilling work life, emphasizing the emptiness of his existence and the tragic consequences that can result from this kind of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Now I know I had something to say but the problem is to say something
I have a thought, but articulating it is difficult


Uhh...you gotta say it
Communication is essential


And I still don't remember a thing since that funny gas
I experienced memory loss due to inhaling unusual gas


Came out of that pipe next to me / I guess they didn't ok it
I suspect the gas was an unauthorized substance


Now I remember--did I tell ya?
I suddenly remembered something important


Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw
I had a workplace accident and injured my thumb on a damaged saw


Didn't see the belt buckle or the blade slip
I was not aware of the machinery's malfunction


And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch
I recall seeking medical attention and receiving stitches


Funny thing...still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was
Despite being healed, there is a lingering discomfort in the area where my thumb used to be


Now I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work everyday
I bring a bagged lunch to work every day with a repetitive and predictable meal


For the last twenty years or so
This routine has gone on for an extended period of time


And I really don't mind, work assembly line
I don't dislike my repetitive job on an assembly line


Got an intercom blasting the news and the latest on the baseball scores
The workplace has an intercom that broadcasts news and sports updates


Come around every Friday, well I get a paycheck
I receive my salary every Friday


Take the same road home that I come to work on, heck, it's a living
I follow the same daily commute routine for the sake of earning a living


And I got another factory at home
I have a personal life outside of work


Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fenders chrome
I have a specific lifestyle and preferences outside of work


And at nine o'clock I sit there in my chair
I have a regular evening routine


And I don't know why I lose my hair
I am experiencing hair loss but do not know the reason


And then I go to / and then I go to / and then I go to sleep
I end my day in a predictable fashion


Well I like to know what I'm doing when I do it
I prefer having a set routine and structure


And I do what I'm doing 'cause I don't know what to do when I'm not doing it
I find comfort in structure and do not know how to relax outside of a routine


Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me I could grow up
I recall my father's advice from childhood


To be anything I really wanted to be / anything
My father's advice was to pursue any career I desired


And everyday at lunch I still look for my lost digit
I still have some lingering effects from my workplace accident


Still got that funny scratch, so maybe when I find it I can itch it
I still experience discomfort from my injury and hope to find relief


And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard for the kids to wade in
I have created an outdoor play area for children


And i....i...i...i...i...i?
The artist becomes disjointed, perhaps reflecting his mental state


I got another factory back home
I have a complete life outside of work


Got a little backyard, pink mustang, fenders chrome
I have specific interests and possessions


At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down
I have a regular nightly routine


Just lately now when my wife talks back to me I slap her around
I am experiencing domestic violence and have become abusive towards my spouse


And then I go to / and then I go to / and then I go to sleep
I conclude my day with sleep, continuing my cyclical routine




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: CHARLES T. GRAY, MARK W. MORELAND, OLIVER NANINI, STANARD RIDGEWAY FUNSTEN

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