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Sixteen and time to pay off |
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I get this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe |
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Forty hours, thirty-six dollars a week |
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But it's a paycheck, Jack |
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So hot in here, hot like Sahara |
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You could faint from the heat |
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But these bitches are just too lame to understand |
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Too goddamned grateful to get this job |
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To know they're getting screwed up the ass |
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All these women, they got no teeth or gum or cranium |
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And the way they suck hot sausage |
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But me, well, I wasn't sayin' too much neither |
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I was moral school girl, hard-working asshole |
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I figured I was speedo motorcycle |
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I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough |
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But no, you gotta, you gotta relate, babe |
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You gotta find the rhythm within |
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Floor boss slides up to me and he says |
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"Hey sister, you're just movin' too fast |
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You're screwin' up the quota |
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You're doin' your piece work too fast" |
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"Now you get off your mustang, Sally |
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You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere" |
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I layed back, I get my nerve up, I take a swig of Romilar |
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And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say |
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"Hey, hey sister, it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow |
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There's always more labor after |
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She's real Catholic, see, she fingers her cross and she says |
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There is one reason, there is one reason" |
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"You do it my way or I push your face in |
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We knee you in the John |
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If you don't get off your get off your mustang, Sally |
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If you don't shake it up, baby, shake it up, baby" |
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Twist and shout, oh what I could will a radio here |
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James Brown singing 'I Lost Someone' |
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Or the Jesters and the Paragons and Georgie Woods |
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The guy with the goods and Guided Missiles |
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But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window |
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Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster |
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Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's convent |
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All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round |
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With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning |
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Oh to me, they, you know |
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To me they look pretty damn free down there |
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Down there, not having to press those smooth |
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Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel |
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Not having to worry about the in-speed |
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The dogma of in-speed of labor |
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Oh then they put damn free down there |
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The way they smell, the way they smell |
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And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat |
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I would rather smell the way boys smell |
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Oh, those schoolboys, way their legs flap |
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Under the desk in the study hall |
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That odor rising roses and ammonia |
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And way their dicks droop like lilacs |
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Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell |
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But no, I gotta, I gotta put clammy lady in my nostril |
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Her against the wheel, me against the wheel |
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Oh, the in-speed-o, slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane |
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In steel next to Dot Hook, oh, we may look the same |
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Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees |
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But I will never faint, I will never faint |
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They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint |
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I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down |
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Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me |
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Every afternoon like the last one |
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Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook |
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And yeah, we look the same |
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Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin' |
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But you know she got nothin' to hide |
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And I got something to hide here called desire |
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I got something to hide here called desire |
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And I will get out of here |
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You know the fiery potion is just about to come |
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In my nose is the taste of sugar |
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And I got nothin' to hide here, save desire |
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And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here |
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I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train |
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And I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City |
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I'm gonna be somebody |
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I'm getting, gonna get on that train |
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Go to New York City |
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I'm gonna be so big, I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return |
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Never return, no, never return, to burn at this piss factory |
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And I will travel light, oh, watch me now |
