Flogging Molly - Factory Girls Lyrics
Build a bridge or maybe twoTogether held with footsteps she outgrewBut now she sits alone, everyone's long goneShe dances in a photographWhen it was good to joke and have a laughBut that was yesterday, if only todayNow the walls are crawling faces that still breatheBut before she nods her head what's left but sleepShe hears a chorus of factory girlsSingin' in the streetsDrinkin' their coca-colasAfter washing your filthy sheetsChasin down the avenueAfter a childhood that she never knewChoking on woodbineCigarettes just kill the timeNow the walls are crawling facesThat still breatheBut before she nods her head what's left but sleepShe hears a chrous of factory girlsSingin' aoin and allEmpty are their pocketsBut their voices are filled with songCome day go dayWish in my heart it was SundayDrinking buttermilk all the weekAnd whiskey on a SundayCome day go dayWish in my heart it was SundayDrinking buttermilk all the weekAnd whiskey on a SundayNow the walls are crawling faces that still breatheBut before she nods her head what's left but sleepShe hears a chorus of factory girlsSingin' in the streetsDrinkin' their coca-colasAfter washing your filthy sheetsShe hears a chorus of factory girlsSingin's aoin and allEmpty are their pocketsBut their voices are filled with songSlayed Richard and his court of KingsHe stole my heart and many other thingsBut me I took his crownWish he was here to steal it now
