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Lyrics
[Verse]
Down by the factory, the whistle blows at five,
The smoke and the iron, keep a weak man alive.
Punching the clock, tearing my youth away,
Trading my soul for another payday.
[Chorus]
Down by the factory, where the lights always hum,
The gears keep on grinding, 'til the heart grows numb.
They own my sweat, and they borrow my years,
Down by the factory, drowning in their gears.
[Verse 2]
The foreman he hollers, but his eyes look dead,
A puppet for the bosses, his soul long fled.
The sparks off the steel feel like fire on my skin,
Every day I lose, but I’m told it’s a win.
[Bridge]
I dream of a river, where the current runs free,
But chains made of wages are all I can see.
The air smells of iron, the walls close in tight,
Even in daylight, it all feels like night.
[Chorus]
Down by the factory, where the lights always hum,
The gears keep on grinding, 'til the heart grows numb.
They own my sweat, and they borrow my years,
Down by the factory, drowning in their gears.
[Verse 3]
My daddy was here, and his daddy before,
Their pride built the wheel but got lost in the spore.
I stand on the line, where their shadows still loom,
Working for nothing, a fate I presume.
Details
GeneratedMay 13, 2025
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic, slow, soul, steel guitar riffs, sad, country, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
SirSpoob
SirSpoobModelAria v4
Prompt
Old country, slow and sad, the song is about working in a factory with your soul being owned by the corporations, song is titled Down By The Dactory, steel guitar riffs
