I hope you guys enjoy the song as much as I do. The piano work by Richard Sohl always gives me chills every time I hear it.Piss FactorySixteen and time to pay offI got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipeForty hours thirty-six dollars a weekBut it's a paycheck, Jack.It's so hot in here, hot like SaharaYou could faint in the heatBut these bitches are just too lame to understandToo goddamned grateful to get this jobTo know they're getting screwed up the assAll these women they got no teeth or gum or craniumAnd the way they suck hot sausageBut me well I wasn't sayin' too much neitherI was moral school girl hard-working assholeI figured I was speedo motorcycleI had to earn my dough, had to earn my doughBut no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]You gotta find the rhythm withinFloor boss slides up to me and he says"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,You screwin' up the quota,You doin' your piece work too fast,Now you get off your mustang sallyYou ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere."I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of RomilarAnd 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 get off your mustang Sally,If you don't 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 ParagonsAnd 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 Theresa's conventAll those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'roundWith their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down thereDown there not having crystal smoothNot having to smooth those hands against hot steelNot having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of laborThey look pretty damn free down there,And the way they smell, the way they smellAnd here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweatI would rather smell the way boys smell--Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hallThat odor rising roses and ammoniaAnd way their dicks droop like lilacsOr the way they smell that forbidden acrid smellBut no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostrilHer against the wheel me against the wheelOh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insaneIn steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same--Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degreesBut I will never faint, I will never faintThey laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faintI refuse to lose, I refuse to fall downBecause you see it's the monotony that's got to meEvery afternoon like the last oneEvery afternoon like a rerun next to Dot HookAnd yeah we look the sameBoth pumpin' steel, both sweatin'But you know she got nothin' to hideAnd I got something to hide here called desireI got something to hide here called desireAnd I will get out of here--You know the fiery potion is just about to comeIn my nose is the taste of sugarAnd I got nothin' to hide here save desireAnd I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of hereI'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 CityI'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City,I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return,Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factoryAnd I will travel light.Oh, watch me now.

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