Lyrics

Rise up baby, the factory calls,
The machines are all waiting for their mechanical doll
Went to bed early, with dirty hair
Wake up baby, let’s get you there

Morning coffee, black as your soul
No cream or sugar for mechanical dolls
Don’t look in the mirror you’ll hate what you see
Just punch your ticket and start your machines

Deliver your head deliver your head
Time is what you paid the man to stand where you stand
The clock is always ticking in time with all the thundering machines
Oh baby, The Factory Calls

Some make babies, some make bread
You’ll make money till the day you’re dead
Take your pretty penny, and pay the machines
To make more pretty pennies to buy gasoline

But don’t you worry, there is nothing to lose
The boss is feeling happy, so take off your boots
The clock keeps ticking on the break room wall
Selling your freedom for that factory call

Deliver your head deliver your head
Time is what you paid the man to stand where you stand
The clock is always ticking in time with all the thundering machines
Oh baby, The Factory Calls

Deliver your head deliver your head
Time is what you paid the man to stand where you stand
The clock is always ticking in time with all the thundering machines
Oh baby, The Factory Calls