Piss Factory

Sixteen and time to pay off

I get this job in a piss factory, inspecting pipe

Forty hours, thirty-six dollars a week

But it's a paycheck, Jack

It's 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 they're getting screwed up the ass

All these women, they got no teeth, or gum, or cranium

And they way they suck hot sausage

But me, well, I wasn't saying too much neither

I was more a 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 relate, babe

You gotta find the rhythm within

Floor boss slides up to me and he says

Hey sister, you just moving too fast

You're screwing up the quota

You're doing your piece work too fast

Now you get off your mustang, Sally

You ain't going nowhere, you ain't going 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 don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow

There's always more labor after

She's real Catholic, see

She fingers her cross and she says

There's one reason, there's one reason

You do it my way or I push your face in

We knee you in the john if you don't get off your mustang, Sally

If you don't shake it up, baby

Shake it up, baby

Twist and shout

Oh, would I could with a radio here

James Brown singing I Lost Someone

Or the Jesters and the Paragons

And Georgia Woods the guy with the goods and guided missiles

But no, I got nothing, no diversion, no window

Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster

Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent

All those nurses, all those nuns scatting 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 a crystal smooth

Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel

Not having to worry about the inspeed, the dogma, the inspeed of labor

They look pretty damn free down there

And they way they smell, the way they smell

And here I gotta be up here smelling Dot Hook's 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, the inspeed, oh slow motion inspection is driving me insane

In steel next to Dot Hook, oh we may look the same

Shoulder to shoulder, sweating 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, it's the monotony that's 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 pumping steel, both sweating

But you know she got nothing 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 fear potion is just about to come

In my nose is the taste of sugar

And I got nothing to hide here, save desire

And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here

I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train

I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City

I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City

I'm gonna be so big

I'm 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