Crankin' gears reactin' to levers that I'm yankin'
Repeat twenty times a day
Metal sparks that shower way too close, I cower
Factory's still where I stay
Lots of belts around me, in and out the foundry
Cannot stop the factory

Though I have a question, in my brain, it's nestin':
Just what is this factory?
It may feed my fam'ly, factory weirds out poor me
Factory, factory

When I pull a lever, as is stock procedure
Ev'rybody knows but me
Where the signal's reachin' and what it's achievin'
It completely baffles me
Molten ore surrounds me, they're not pleasant bound'ries
Cannot stop the factory

End of ev'ry session, ask my boss the question:
Just what is this factory?
What things do we craft, please? Factory confounds poor me
Factory, factory

What are we constructin'? Wait, noticed somethin'
Only one that's here is me
CEOs above me, but the floor is empty
Kinda creepy factory
No-one here around me, not an auto-foundry
Cannot stop the factory

Hard to keep my breath in, run like headless chickens
Just what is this factory?
Pay's still fine and dandy, factory still hounds poor me
Factory, factory
Factory, factory