Life in 360 degrees,
I'm just one of the busy bees, 
Buzzing in time to the one-two-threes,
Doing heavy lifting, that destroyed my knees 
 
Kids today, they never say "please”,
But today’s angry youth ain't angry enough for me, 
I'm being all I can be on a working man’s salary 
 
I belong in a factory,
Maybe one day I'll take a day off or three 
And I'll build you a house in a tree,
So you can look down as the factory consumed me 
 
In due time [bad word] to see:
There is nothing wrong with you,
That’s not wrong with me
 
With everybody here stepping on my feet,
It's a wonder, that both ends always meet,
But we separate the chaff from the wheat
 
Today’s middle class is just so bourgeoisie, 
And I'm picking up my disease,
On my working man’s salary 
 
I belong in a factory,
Maybe one day I'll get my foreman to see, 
That productivity is going way up in the factory because of me 
 
Once I was led to believe, that you'd return 
 [bad word] back to me,
Working the earth and planting our seeds,
Growing alfalfa, carrots and peas
 
Now, my heart, it just bleeds
And bleeds, and bleeds,
Ever since you felt the need to open your mouth 
And sneeze all over my working man’s salary 
 
I belong in a factory,
Maybe one day, when it's under lock and key, 
We can start a colony 
For people who used to be people in the factory, 
Like me 
 
Let's hear it for the factory,
The only thing misunderstood me [bad word] 
Made a factory man out of me,
Three cheers for the factory! 
Go, factory!